Goldenrod Ochre Cottonwood Meditation

I once quietly meditated

Under a lone cottonwood

Listening to rustling leaves

In the gentle August afternoon

Just on the edge, the outskirts

Of a thicket of gorgeous oak

This was somehow my home....

Like some distant dream

A haunting memory emerging

My soul remembers all detail

Recording each passing moment

Sheltered from this cookie cutter

Gray cemented Suburbia

In this field of goldenrod ochre

I turn my focus inward

In order to grasp the outside

Searching for meaning

Identity

And my place in this world

What impression, would my life make?

Like a stone thrown across a placid surface

What would be left in the wake of my passing?

What would I leave for my children?

Virtues arise from the pureness of the soul

Like the fresh crisp air of early dawn

I inhale the oneness of all that exists

And ask for blessings bestowed

My empathy flowing like a frigid stream

Across the landscapes of this evermore

Rising upward into a chalice of stars

Making clarity out of the static

Siphoning through all of these choices

My hands outstretched in adoration

Lovingly grasping this silver crescent moon

Reviews

[Laura Lynn]

This is perhaps a weird method of review, nonetheless I'm "letting you have it:"
This is what I'll call a "confessive annotation"/or "process of unravelling" to the right side of your lines:

What would I leave for my children?-------------One does leave something for them, but mine will have leafs
Virtues arise from the pureness of the soul----soul is like soil, and the new plants grow in it.
Like the fresh crisp air of early dawn-----------good line for kids to read, while learning to read
I inhale the oneness of all that exists-----------*aha sometimes I need to do that too, when I am no content
And ask for blessings bestowed------------------the blessings have already been given to you but in archives
My empathy flowing like a frigid stream--------"frigid" is surprising here
Across the landscapes of this evermore---------
Rising upward into a chalice of stars-------------"shallots" pair nicely with chalice, I see cup cheers in univer.
Making clarity out of the static-------------------static, possible connotations: static clean dry clean laundry

[Eternal Poet]

Thanks Laura Lynn, an awesome way of writing a review!!!

[gabrielle]

Your words painted a very vivid, peaceful scenario-- a perfect place to contemplate. I could relate well to the musings over here...I enjoyed the piece.

[Eternal Poet]

Thank you so much Gabrielle!!