Poem · Poetry · Uncategorized

Weather

 

When fear is everywhere,

take a breath.

Remind yourself that 

as real as the fear feels,

it is a passing storm.

You can see it but

             you don’t belong to it.

Remember that you are not the weather.

You are the sky.

We can choose to be blown away

and knocked off our feet…

or we can choose 

to have the compassionate and wise view from above.

We can be observant

while holding on to 

who we really are.

Only by holding fast to the good in us –

our expansive being – 

can we truly be helpful

or even present.

So, keep your eyes open

while patiently riding it out.

Don’t allow yourself to get knocked over

or sucked into the whirlwind.

Be ever-present and calm

just like the blue sky

which endures every storm.

Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, March 2020

 

“I am the sky. Everything else is just the weather.” – Pema Chodron

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