Storms

A storm on the rise,
forming
to soon
wash the world..

I sit beneath the breathtaking
grey and blue view
reflecting my own wild atmosphere
within..
I hear the thunder
which I'm directly under,
this presence of uncertainty
alerting me
and I'm left perturbed,
indefinitely disturbed
as all emotions and sensations
unearth themselves..

The chaos fades only to
 circle back around
followed by bouts of stillness..
For me there's no balance
I bounce between both states
simultaneously
and they merge so what's left is
absurdity..

The light shines,
the storms form again and again.
It all falls
it all rises..
Welcome to Earth
Welcome to the universe
it's all surprises here
surpassing this species intelligence
or any other kind,
you won't find me trying to
 or claiming to figure it all out,
I stay observing
never dismissing the divinity
I sense presenting itself
through this experience
of beingness..

No myths, no actualities,
a fantasy and reality
functioning as one,
heaven and hell
endless dreams and nightmares,
wherever we choose to dwell
and awake in
to eventually get them mistaken
for the "real world"
Which is which can anyone tell?
I shall keep observing
the cycles shifting seamlessly
within and surrounding me..