The Sundial Of Our Being Poem by Patti Masterman
The Sundial Of Our Being
The pineal's the ovary of the brain
Like the watch maker times the hours
There in creations hidden cells
It blooms like a timely flower
The pineal's the master of the night
The guardian of dreams
Sending sleep when the hour's right
Down the body's flowing springs
The pineal's the pyramid in the skull
The throne of a secret king
Though buried long, he wakes again
To the sundial of our being
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