Something to sit with a minute, I'm thinking.
Can I get a glimpse through the
"clouds over lands I cannot see clearly"?
I admit, these days the clouds are thick and murky.
Currently, its not stories of old storms blocking my view.
It's the shock of unexpected horror stories in the present.
Yet, I know humans have endured this before...
in a variety of tragedies we carry with us.
We now have the power to transmute them.
Rewrite old traumas into triumphs.
Perhaps of a softer, quieter nature...
planting seeds in rich soil
instead of horns blaring?
The much needed rain comes in as I write these words.
A storm of nourishment for freshly planted seeds.
We're in this together and we will prevail.
Namaste'
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