The thunder inside

Should it be so long 

That we hasten to know the rainbow for all of her colours 

Should it be such a yearning 

To long silently for the waves of the dusk rolling storm 

And the bashing song of the water on tidal walls with fierce might 

Should it be, should it be 

That we must wait in this season of stillness. 

Where really nothing is still at all

For in the quiet and grounded state 

In the mundane and steady washing of white linen in cloth robes 

So we are shifting paradigms inside 

Body opening to new ways 

The force of the waves is in our womb now 

The fierce storm we once opened to 

Has opened inside us 

The floods are silent, but they are here 

Just as the little sprout growing slowly

Must push up through the heavy soil 

And become resilient

So here we are 

Slow motion ]]

With the most impending, powerful motion of all 

Which is presence