Mind Is Destiny Poem by Patti Masterman
Mind Is Destiny
The world is not for itself
Turning and turning to unknown purpose,
The latest digression of a vast whirling
That started obliquely and is still going on.
Everything subtle, yet unremitting;
What have we to do with this metronome,
This hourglass filled with meteors, planets, fire-
Less visible than the fires which burn inside.
Look out the window of the sky,
Whether be in darkness or in light
And be the witness creation desires
Mind is destiny, fragmented by time.
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5/6/2024 3:56:17 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The eyes the looking glass of the mind The passing of light and dark producing time Creation always comes and goes But nothing takes what the mind knows... I love the way your words frame pictures of the mystery of life!