Wisdom Be Praised [revised] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

The universe is a flower blooming, unfolding like growing
plants, unstoppable – and thank you for listening, giving
me a chance to think aloud, dreaming about things with
which have an endearing air of wonderment and mystery…

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The whole gamut of my usual reading is gone – nothing
stops the Black Hole in my mind slurping up everything:
turning to Proverbs, a source that always helps, praising
Wisdom – to renew my search for Deep Insight

After trying it, the ideal of physical beauty seems worse
than chasing understanding because beautiful is never
beautiful enough, always falling short of the ideal; I much
prefer my mind’s Black Hole taking me on a Merry-Go-

Round of quests for the current Holy Grail or Golden Fleece
of whatever subject is most relevant to my present state of
mind – whereas some read a scholarly treatise on a subject
and the case is closed; I have to return to everything and

Dig for new insights gained by biologists, scientists and
astronomers’ ever-increasing discoveries. My boredom
threshold requires the whole gamut making me turn in
circles spiralling ever further - forever gaining

Knowledge; just like planet earth moves spiralling in
circles around the sun – which is spiralling the centre of
the Milky Way – which is moving inexorably towards
a mysterious Great Attractor…

The universe is a flower blooming, unfolding like growing
plants, unstoppable – and thank you for listening, giving
me a chance to think aloud, dreaming about things with
which have an endearing air of wonderment and mystery