The Summer Storm - Unburdening Resistance

This poem explores how our resistance to life can leave us feeling disembodied. Though nothing can exist outside of presence, we suffer deeply in our attempts to escape what is here.

With a short reflection, gentle music, and subtle sound effects, I invite you to feel whatever is present right now, without the story. Whether that is heartache, grief, loneliness, dissociation, joy, peace, or stillness—it doesn’t matter, as long as we stay with our direct, unnarrated experience of it.

Freedom, as I’ve come to know it, doesn’t come from making life more peaceful than painful. It comes from being able to be with both, knowing we are the space that holds it all.

A question you might like to reflect on is: What is it about me that can hold both joy and pain at the same time? Can you lean into that meraculous 'ability' - explore it gently, and offer your curiosity to it?

Thank you, sincerely, for helping make this space a reciprocal one, and thank you to all who share this work.

Transcript

The belly of the sky swells,

Plump,

Tumbling in violet and steel greys,

As it rolls toward you.

How hollow the garden of your body becomes,

How swiftly you run to shutter the windows and enclose yourself within walls.

But there will come a time when this shutting away no longer satisfies,

When you forget what it is to be bound by the anticipation of terror.

And then,

You will fling the windows wide,

Lean out into the darkened sky and cry,

I am here,

I am here,

I am here.

Sometimes we find ourselves closing off,

Instinctively pulling back from the vastness that rolls toward us.

There's a natural urge to seek shelter,

To believe safety lies within familiar walls.

Even if those walls eventually feel confining,

And the quiet within them becomes a hollow echo.

This narrowing in,

This moving away from the vivid,

Felt experience of life,

Can lead to a profound sense of disembodiment.

But there comes a moment when that old way no longer serves,

A deeper knowing surfaces,

A remembering of what it feels like to truly be alive,

Unburdened by the anticipation of what might come.

In that space,

There's an irresistible urge to open up,

To step out into the very thing we once sought to enclose ourselves from.

It's in this brave embrace of all that is,

The expansive and the unknown,

That we reclaim our presence with life as it is,

With who we are as we are,

Crying out I am here.

Peace isn't found in resistance,

But in the courageous,

Full-bodied surrender of every moment just as it is.

Reviews

Short but potent 🧡

This is extraordinary, Sez. The sounds are wonderfully real. I appreciate a thunderstorm. Imagining the storm within is easier hearing the parallels with the natural World. Thank you 🙏🏽❤️

Beautiful as always. What a gift you have!

You speak to my soul in such profound ways. Thankyou for serving this world so wisely and wondrously 🌸🙏🏼✨ May you be happy. May you be healthy. May you be blessed to always heal yourself and this world 🌌🙂‍↕️🙏🏼😇

So wonderful 💙✨💜✨💙

Another small, quiet, powerful word potion - another perfect guide to bring me back to what I am.

Beautiful truth.

Lovely 🙏✨💕

💓🙏

Gorgeous ❤️🙏🏼

Deep 🌷

Feeling wholeness in presence, in oppositions…
Thank you for your poems and reflections, so profound 🙏

Surrendering to what is, and reaching out toward the energy of life, instead of chasing a feeling of loneliness and the reasons for it. Wow amazing and so well timed. Thank you!

Beautiful and so accurate. The hindrance for me at times is the inability of knowing how to open the box and step out. I work on it daily and I find new peace and comfort in the process sometimes. Sometimes I feel overwhelmed.

Beautiful !

Beautiful! The background music and sounds were perfect!🙏🏻