The Storm

A storm approaches
I feel it's power
Am I it's victim
or am I it's master
I feel the wind
as it howls about me
I fight it's strength
I am losing the battle
I push against it
Only I am blown back
I take a breath
I feel my center
From there I can see
I am the storm
The storm is me
Am I it's victim
or am I it's master

I find this unanswered so I don't think it complete...then I ponder tonight's actions (long story) and I realize that it will never be complete, there will always be a storm, a struggle and a result. If I can only remember this jotting when the storm approaches then I will be the master more often. Perhaps someday I will learn to avoid the storms altogether, that will be a great day.

Jeffrey