We’re moving through the tangled maze
Connecting and reflecting
We’re weaving on our loom of days
Creating and remaking
The map is never true nor clear
The path is never straight
And yet a pattern will appear
For we who watch and wait
We’re surfing on the waves of change
Trusting and adjusting
We’re dancing through the halls of strange
Twirling and unfurling
The music beat can always shift
The tides will ebb and flow
And yet a movement will emerge
To take us where we need to go
Wayne Visser © 2019
Book
String, Donuts, Bubbles and Me: Favourite Philosophical Poems
This creative collection, now in its 3rd edition, brings together philosophical poems by Wayne Visser. In this anthology, he muses on subjects ranging from space, angels and destiny to time, science and meaning in life. According to scientists / The world’s made of string / That buzzes and fuzzes / Or some such strange thing / It’s also a donut / That curls round a hole / With middles and riddles / Just like a fish bowl / And there’s no mistaking / It’s more than 3-D / With twenty or plenty / Dimensions unseen / Still others insist / It’s really a bubble / That’s popping and bopping / Through the lenses of Hubble. Buy the paper book / Buy the e-book.
