Ripping roots and smashing structures.
My temple, once safe and trusted,
Failing me and slowly desecrating its disease into my heaven.
The storm flurried with the beat of my erratic heart.
Pushing me up and down until I found myself at the edge of a cliff facing what I thought could be the end.
And at its peak, with majestic trees falling and sacred structures burning to return once again to the soil,
I realized that I am not afraid and I sat down on that edge,
The storm moved into the eye and it became silent,
At the center of destruction
Everything became clear,
And I was offered peace in the knowledge that I am not afraid to take that leap, although a little sad to leave the temple I love.
I laid still, eyes wide open, staring into the open sky,
Arms spread wide,
Legs spread wide,
As if making snow angles in soot and ash,
Smiling and lifting my belly to make rainbows,
Right in the center of the storm.
And I did not fall,
But my body, a rainbow, stretched itself across the sky,
Married with the destruction beneath,