Standing Under Above And Beyond Understanding After Pre-Existence Bryan Waller Procter Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

One sits beside tide sea to see wee sandy grains were rock
which doubtless stood out centuries, would, mighty, lightly mock
sun, wind and rain that Time's reign trained to slowly infiltrate
nooks, chinks crannies summer heat expanded at a rate
which seemed so slow, - years ebb and flow when measured by the clock
whose hands flip fast fo[u]r seasons pass relentlessly, tick-tock.

One bends light waves when wonder craves to wander with insight,
enlightened caves, beyond slave graves, to trace ways to unite
hope's stalactite, scope's stalagmite, to fight face values' bait
which ties rope tight round fears found slight, quite groundless, reprobate.
Creative thought, which, rich when caught, too often fades as night
to dawn defers, morn mourns, prefers to dream theme kite, blight's rights.

One sits upon soft sand at hand to understand, take stock
of passing time which in rhyme's chime stands out and, with a shock,
one asks again how fame, task, gain may matter for great weight
is blown away within a day by webbed ebb tide of Fate.
Yet still one thinks at water's brink till suddenly the cock
begins to crow: ‘tis time to go ere mysteries unlock.

One dreams beyond green palm-tree fronds tinged by soft sunset which
paints picture pink, inspires to think, on comings, goings, rich
that here inspire the poets lyre to muse on present, past,
on currents' flows, on Nature's shows, on shadows all things cast.
One feels at ease amid light breeze beneath palm trees by beach,
sand dunes behind have underlined deep themes that seem to teach
Life journeys on, no soon begun than done, sun story passed
to higher planes, to start again chance karmic dance at last?

Life's flag, once proud, too soon's seen bowed, strife's wheel turns, cycle spins,
shattered, tattered, ill-endowed, seems all that underpins
life's fragile leaf that comes to grief on rails of 'no return'
from bones to beef to bones from beef is link blink evanescent,
ephemeral, death swallows all, cross, star, and even crescent.
Faith's strict or strange test mortal range debating good and sins,
do battle here, then disappear, for trial by Time none wins.

What's safe, what's sure, stray, safe, secure? All ends in wormwood box.
Bought sinecure, sought cancer cure, fight mortal paradox.
Time's skeins unwind, wane, mind's refrains cease while still seeking peace,
few key to tunes which cue to runes foretelling free release
for who'd make self free from fake pelf, mistakes cash, crash, boom, bust,
enigmas solved too soon dissolved, resolve earned, spurned, turns dust.

One would reach out beyond beach flout horizons fixed, finite,
beyond restraints where courage faints, unfurl wings for free flight
to soar above poor petty pace, trace secondary state
where cares may melt away, joy felt, as sixth sense conjugates
eternity in grain of sand, sees beauty shining bright.

One would reach out beyond beach, flout horizons fixed, finite,
beyond restraints where courage faints, hope taints, find wings, free flight
to soar beyond poor petty pond to ponder second state
where cares today may melt away as hope can conjugate
eternity in sandy grain, paint beauty's blossom bright.
Noon's pride, moon's tide, swift swept aside: What rides abide? Goodnight!