An Overdose of Meditation

<p class=ql-align-justify><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>In the pages that comprise </span><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>An Overdose of Meditation</em><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> the poet readily confesses that remembering supposing counting assessing/ is no way to spend the time. It is an overdose/ of meditation. Yet the poet has devised a formula through which she realizes that thoughtful perception is a vital principle of life. The direct way she says to the inner fruit is through the interior power of the soul.</span></p><p class=ql-align-justify><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Whether the poet is conducting her orchestra or piloting the reader through space and time (either occupation her natural instrument) Mitchell's meditative poems reveal her poetic underpinnings. These poems are alive with metaphor wry humor and elemental confession as if to assure that when we read her work sparks will fly up and take hold kindling our own emotive fire.</span></p><p class=ql-align-justify><br></p><p class=ql-align-justify>SAMPLE POEM:</p><p><br></p><p>STANDARD DEVIATION</p><p><br></p><p>Resting after a fall never means</p><p>not getting up at all but resting just until</p><p>worries begin their flight.</p><p><br></p><p>And for that relief all that is needed</p><p>is a down pillow and high windows to deliver</p><p>a share of moon's ambient light.</p><p>Or is this break a dumbness</p><p>and excuse</p><p>another silly respite</p><p>just to put vexations right?</p><p><br></p><p>With no more to lose it is time now to fracture</p><p>useless worry.</p><p><br></p><p>This resolve places me handily</p><p>on the brink of happiness</p><p>just at the door of delight</p><p>neatly positioned at the edge of comfort.</p><p class=ql-align-justify><br></p><p><br></p>