A Poem on Meditation

I wrote this poem to express my love for the divine...*This* is how meditating makes me feel. Such love.


I Could

I could compare you
to the sea, to mountains,
to the winds that shake the darling buds
of May. I could compare you
to perfection, prismed and
pulled through my body
as splintered light that
separates then gathers
then separates again. I could compare
you to every song
to all seven musical notes
to my spinning chakras.
I could hold you in words
and spin you around until
you resembled a gossamer web. I could
call to you in this poem
could use these words to prove
my love like a theorem. I could
tell you that every breath pulled
through my body refreshes itself
in yours, could tell you that
when I’m with you, I am sky
but I would be lying.
Because no words—
no syllables—
not even the oceans
could contain this love.