Can we dismantle a fortress from within?
Can we pour new essence into old wine-skins?
At what point do our ideals become hollow and self-serving?
When we don’t sacrifice our comforts, are we deserving?
Some days I feel like an act on the circus high wire
Counter-balancing common sense actions and irrational desires
I hear the echoes from my adolescence to inspire:
“Constantly risking absurdity” and “a hundred snowy horses unconfined”
I remind myself that I must walk amidst the profanities
Of this world, but not be defined by them
I convince myself that I must honour responsibilities
Of daily life, but not be confined by them.
Wayne Visser © 1998
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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.
