Sit quiet,
Uneasy one,
With the storm raging just beneath the surface of your skin.
The buzzing hums throughout your day,
And as you do your best to quell the power of the earth itself,
You sometimes let out a rumble of thunder or shift in your foundation.
Breathe deep into that space.
Feed that wild energy with breath to bend it to your will.
You can decide whether to lay waste before you or shower your space with light.
When lightning strikes and you can't control the waves,
Remember to breathe and settle back into your tender shores.
You are tender.
You are untamed.
You are feral,
But carry safe passage for all whom you meet.
You do not have to be destructive to create change,
For the love and tenacity that you hold within the fabric of your being lives and breathes.
You are the master.
You are the magic.
Use your force to shift that quiet storm into change,
For no one can take that power away unless you let them.
So rest easy,
Quiet one.
You hold the key to moving with ferocity and grace,
To move mountains,
To right wrongs and create a beautiful world.
Just remember to breathe.