Sonnet from Meditation

I have no syntax for the world today,
No instruments of order, neither rhyme
Nor rhythm; even reason holds no sway
As intellect has left me for a time.
This consciousness of being all at sea
Becomes the image of a great rhizome
That makes a simple surface wave of me
And demonstrates the real meaning of Home.
With ego’s grip thus loosened for a while,
Though well I know its roots still run too deep
To let me meet life’s mystery with a smile,
There rises one great image I would keep:
This meditation’s gift is clearest view–
My depth of sea and rhizome stems from you.


About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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