Facing the storm
I only have two hands
Sometimes the sound of the rain is so strong
That we cannot hear nothing else
I wish they were raindrops but indeed they are events
Circumstances in this life they are never solitaries
Sometimes the clouds stop smiling
What once was a gentle breeze is now a cold northern wind
Who used to laugh with you
speaks now a language that you cannot longer understand
Facing the storm
I have to accept there is no shelter
I will get wet
Birds are disappeared and I will miss them for a while
I wish these sounds were thunders
But in truth they are memories
Did you ever met anybody
That could stop them from roaring?
I could run
scratching the surface of the water on the field
For what purpose, where could I reach?
I will get wet instead
But it will be ok
Facing the storm
I will be here watching the grass getting greener
I will study the rain falling
and ask her to be my friend
So I could learn from her
To accept the surface where I will fall
I will learn from the animals of the woods
That when the loudest noise arise they keep silent and still
So I will endeavor to break the unrest
In order to find a small piece of hidden quietness
amongst the stream of the thoughts
There must be a solid stone on which I can lay
I will chant a prayer to make my body warm
It usually helps when you're walking alone
I will be waiting for the clarity
Before the storm dissolves
I will be climbing to the strength
That comes from accepting to have lost
I know I can be reacher
If I accept to only have these two hands
I know I can feel safer
if I learn that safety has no specific place
But it resides in the flowing of time
Just one step before the expressions of the mind
The songs that I once learned
oh yes I can count on them
They will keep me company
until the storm ends
I m cold and wet but I m getting used to it
It makes me smile that I only have two hands
