Saturday, July 2, 2011

The Mind's Eye of the Heart -- A Poem

Maybe those canny Egyptians were right…
Perhaps the brain is useless:
What if the heart really is the seat of intelligence
Where our Central Soul abides?

All seasons of life as Cosmic Fools --
Dying and reborn again from mud,
Deeply rooted reside
Where the life-force of the lotus lurks
All through winter months:
Inconstant as the Moon
That's really the only constant --
Changing the rules.

The dragonfly nymph
Leaves the empty husk of its emergence
On a stalk beside
The whispering pools.

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