Does the search for the Voices of time
remain with dialogues with scientists and sages?
The Good, True or Beautiful, or elementary particles of physics?
Is the Beyond the same as the present home of us?
Chance reflections that reveal our social God?
Is it a quest for newer paradigms, or by being eye to eye with Mystery?
Our instincts send us in what some think are cognative conrol but is there any of that?
What are the voices of time and why are they so close yet so hard to understand?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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I love poems that make you think and pose a question, and more particularly poems of yours which do this. Thank you for illuminating the mysteries of life once again.