Rest as the great storm nears.
Relax as all you know comes to an end.
In the storm’s eye,
In the centre of the madness,
You will only lose your imagination of yourself.
You will only lose definitions.
The storm will not destroy your capacity to love,
Nor your sense of being alive.
It will only remind you
of what you knew long ago.
So stand now
in the calm before the storm
and choicelessly fall
into its infinitely calm centre.