A Poem Through Meditation

I had this thought, an inspiration, if you will, when I read the lovely sonnet dedication, Manatita44 wrote to me. The words drifted through me and filled me with a sense of serene peace. So, I decided my next poem would be written through a meditation state.

Honestly, I've always been interested in meditating to find inner peace for myself; to be one with my surroundings. I know meditation gives you a clear view of all things, a different perspective of faith when you become the center of yourself through meditation. I have only had two instances of meditation up to this point in my life, and it was just a very relaxing time. I listened to Deepak Chopra as I meditated. His mastery in this helped me go to another place in time with soothing guidance and relaxing melodies.

However, I always hoped I could go it alone. Meditate by myself with my own melodies and visions guiding the way. This was what I did here, with this poem. I took a journey through meditation alone, with no one around, with only my thoughts, and my visions guiding me through. When I awoke from my journey, I wrote it down.

This was my journey, and I would like to thank Manatita44 for inspiring my journey. Thank You!

I see a painting of a woman in my head,

walking along the ocean's edge.

The wind gently flowing her dress as

The bottom hem softly settles on the

water and gets wet.

She stops and turns, looking out over

the waves while inhaling the salty air.

I have seen a painting such as this before.

I have imagined it was me standing on

the shore.

A sea of hope, a sea of music, a sea of

sadness. It speaks all these things

with its fluent madness.

I’m in this. It feels relaxed, and I feel

more real than I ever have.

In this painting of longing and despair, as

I stare, I feel the embrace of the warm

breeze blowing.

It sends my mind to that boat, way out

in the great big ocean it floats.

I blink and now I’m there, smiling as

dolphins jump in the air.

Splashing around so free, then one

comes to the boat and looks at me.

I feel as one with this mammal that

shares our planet, and it seems we

have become destined friends forever.

As I watch it swim away and disappear

into the deep black underflow, I hear

a wave slapping the boat, and it swallows

me up with a great big gulp.

I’m now drifting under water, yet I’m

not scared at all. I hear silence for a

moment then a squeaky tone.

I wake back on the sandy beach, staring

up at the sunny sky. Somehow I’m not

in the least lacking of any buoyancy; I

am still surprisingly spry

I remain on my back while the water

brushes my feet, scanning the seagulls

as they fly above me.

Finally, I turn over on my knees and

hands, then slowly extend myself up to

stand.

I start walking toward the dunes over the top

and down the other side, out of the painting

back into my life…