Eye of the Storm

Dear friends,

If you’re just joining us, welcome! Show up as you are. Read poetry, write poetry, skip the days that you aren’t able to write, come back to them. I love the kind of poetry born here; I notice in myself that it’s different from my other poetry, it comes from a different space in my soul. I can’t really name what that is, I just know that I sense its sacredness in that way.

How about you? What do you notice about this spiritual practice of writing or reading poetry? Let me know in the comments!

I am excited to read your poems about this idea today, because it’s a complex idea and deep metaphor and it can take us in many directions.

The eye of the storm can mean many different things—it is, of course, a scientific phenomenon, and what’s interesting about it is that if you’re in the eye of the storm, you’re not actually safe; it’s a safety illusion, but that doesn’t mean you won’t survive it.

So the irony here is that sometimes we feel the total quiet in this eye, but we know the chaos, the storm, surrounds us.

So stick with this metaphor today and see what it has for you. Maybe today is a good time to write a haiku, or a shorter form poem, something that captures that one still moment in the midst of chaos.

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Photo by Shashank Sahay on Unsplash

In the eye of
This storm I
See that
Everything 
Outside this
Moment is
Going to
Destroy me.

I stay here
In the quiet
Stillness and
Hope it
Lasts longer
Than it should.

I stay still and 
I still hope.