Becoming The Eye Of The Storm

This Sacred Verse is a spoken word poem that captures the raw inner landscape of fear, anxiety, and imagined loss—while anchoring you gently in the present moment. Through poetic self-inquiry and spiritual awareness, you’re invited to sit in the eye of the storm, observing the mind’s chaos without judgment. This Sacred Verse is a companion for anyone navigating fear, grief, or uncertainty, offering a pathway back to presence, breath, and inner stillness.

Soft background sounds of a windy storm.

Transcript

Hi.

Welcome to your sacred verse.

This poem meets fear with honesty,

Exploring how it lives in the body and the mind,

And how presence can hold us steady in a storm.

I invite you to close your eyes and take a brief break from your day.

May these words remind you that even within fear,

There is an eye of calm and a deeper truth waiting to be seen.

Fear sits like a boulder in my belly.

My cells respond,

Shaking.

Love,

Peace,

Goodness lost.

Pretending is faking.

I am fine,

But not.

My mind has lost the plot,

Lost in worst-case scenarios,

Trust and faith.

There is not.

In my little world,

All is happy and well.

I'm sober.

Kids are happy.

Truly,

All is swell.

Yet,

I cling to goodness so that it may always remain.

So fear is the result of my lack of refrain,

Of sitting and knowing it's just this moment here,

The only one I really know,

The thing I hold most dear.

I know this,

And yet the mind storms with wind,

Carrying me to places I have never been.

Not me,

Maybe,

But so many others,

Whose children and husbands' grief universally smothers.

I am scared of grief,

And the pain that it causes,

And the numbing I reach for without any pauses.

Does saying it extinguish it,

Bring light to the dark?

I'm aware my mind is active,

Meditation missing its mark.

But that's just more mind,

A judgment,

In fact.

If my aim is here and now,

My intention is intact.

While anchoring in the present,

I am the eye of the storm.

Both watching and feeling these fearful images take form.

This is the dance of maya,

The veil of delusion.

Convincing me she's real,

But she's just an illusion.

Convincing she is with this full body immersion.

Fear overtakes me like a body snatcher invasion.

Still,

I stay,

Safe,

Cozy,

And warm,

Watching and experiencing from the eye of the storm.