Mantra Mantle Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Life's cycle spins
as out and ins
around each other turn
so treat with Time
as patterned rhyme
which earns its own return.

When day is dreams
it seems night gleams
tp channel second-sight.
When night dreams on
thought flow's fair fun,
skeins spun with silk insight.

So outside Time
and inside Rhyme
flow patterns patterns' flows,
One came from where?
and Whence to there?
right answers no one knows.

One could write on,
with meanings strong
upon life's vale of tears
from berth to bloom
from birth to tomb
in tune with Aeons' ears.

These terse lines rough,
stream off the cuff
composed as answer which
to inner eye
affords reply
as of themselves lines stitch.