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.

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About janemwoodman

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