Life’s a dream, it seems to me
In which we choose our destiny
We decide and we create
We walk the path and call it fate
And as we walk, we learn and grow
Until in time we finally know
That all is one and one is all
Here and now, forever more
If this is true, then let it be
That I wake to reality
Wayne Visser © 1988
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.
