Storm (for Sunday Scribblings)

Howling around the house

And knocking against the windows

A storm provides the backdrop

For my morning meditation

Inside my mind

An internal storm

Of thoughts and feelings

Blows away my concentration

But at its centre

In the eye of the storm

There is stillness

And peace

Heart wide open

Like a window opening

To a summer’s day

With white, fresh curtains

That gently sway

I allow my heart

To open wide

I let in the tide

And the ebb

And the flow

And slowly

But surely

My heart

Begins to glow