Eye of the storm

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