The Citrus Grove

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“root and all” ~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

If you can see a perfect orange bloom,

As most such blossoms are, and see them on

Their darkling orange branch, and see the room

Around them, in their grove at dusk or dawn,

Or in the plainest sun-filled noon, then feel

Your way to thought, if thinking is your thing,

Your knowledge of the cosmos reaches real

Existence.  You will never need the wing

Of mysticism.  It is trumped up truth

And not the truth.  You do not need a guide.

You do not need a Buddha super sleuth.

Your thinking is colossus in full stride.

  That petaled object works its perfect will

    Without philosophy and waits there, still.

©  Phillip Whidden