Temporal Cycle Spin Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Although aghast most flee each fleeting minute,
for those who meet its meter, those who hide,
fate hangs on voice for choice. Seek hear[t]! Reach in it.
Accept soul's pattern flow, against Time's tide
don't go, accept the cycle set to spin it.

Suspended animation can't keep frozen
kiss once given should it prove mis[s]taken,
Emotions' stream is interactive. No chosen
fly in amber out of context take
can reproduce free ecstasy ambrosian.

Life is a passing challenge most misspend
pretending second innings' resurrection,
hope's lease re-rented, infinite extend
to tickle fickle tocsin toxin section flexion
into true fairy tale that never ends.

Treasure measured, leisure pleasure granted,
stays true to self despite life's evanescence,
time keys to pattern's harmony, tree planted
once sown, blooms blown, full grown spurns obsolescence,
false knells, casts magic spell for life enchanted.

Though petals fall, sweet zephyrs draw their scent
from inner beauty born upon the breeze,
no care can count if karmic our ascent,
if not why worry, all proves transient tease.
Embrace each moment's timely experiment.