Maybe those canny Egyptians were right…
Perhaps the brain is
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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