From the storm to the connection

In the midst of the heaving storm,
There is a swirling vortex, that
Yaws around its central axis.
In the midst of its jaws, lies a body,
Gently rocking on its back,
Like a feather floating in the updraft
It hovers, lifting and sinking,
But still holding its position.

Waters lapping at the bowels of lust —
Entering the Divine,
seeking Union with Beloved
vibrating with the vicissitudes of everything.

Encloaked in aloneness,
Ego cries out for connection,
while Soul relishes the depth of the
Connection i have with You.