Sit in This

In the depth of the storm patterns are formed, shadows that hide the truth. Nothing can be seen or known.It is in this fear rears, it is in loss of clarity that the shadow comes forward to take over.

Sit in this. There is nowhere to go. 

Run away, but the shadows creep across.  Lost in a space, the unknown emerges.The storm surrounds, immersed in depth, find a safe place. 
Sit in this, the dark black cloud covers all.

Sit in this, nothing more or less. 

The wind howls, a gale is heard, whirling noise, cracking blots, fear arises. Run, but where? 

Sit in this, there is nowhere to go, nowhere.

Let is pass, find calm, let it go, sit in this, it is the storm.It moves, it passes, something is known, something moves, something shifts.

A sensation is felt, something is known. Clarity, calm, light, bright, peace, the storm has passed.

I am the storm. There was no storm but the one I created. Insight arises. The path is cleared by light.