“And the pool was filled with water out of sunlight,
And the lotos rose, quietly, quietly”
Eliot wrote of of it
spoke those immortal lines
pinpoint of immortality in a stationary dot*
perhaps in prayer he’d found the spot
where all our earthly spinning stopped
– Aaahmen
where the feverish forest was quelled
the jungle suddenly unjangled
– OM
there’s neither bone nor flesh in the word now
syllable aethereal, astral-planed
certainly absurd to mind matter
observed by the third eye peering through
a furrowed brow, and just then when the lotus rises
just as the petals part the bud
a voice in the wilderness marks the remarkable
the monkey chatters comfortably again
and we drown
Note: Opening inspiration from T.S.Eliot’s “Burnt Norton” and referencing* those immortal lines: “at the still point of the turning world”
Last line purloined from Eliot’s Prufrock – no other would do!
Written for Lynda’s Poetics prompt: Purifying the Mind
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