Beyond the Edge of Storm

In the present,

in this very moment;

there is a white shell,

of lonely existence

Within that shell,

your soul breaths;

and your inner self resides

Beyond your hearing,

far away from your sight;

there is a waiting storm,

over the western horizon

Within that broiling storm,

your quest remains hidden;

and your true strength resides

Beyond the waiting storm,

beyond its very edge;

there is a silent door,

carrying the seal of eternity

Across the threshold of that door,

understanding can be found;

and your actual destiny resides