Tides, Sides and Strides

On my mind:
From books and records and films
On my mind
From tapes and drawings and maps
On my mind
From robes and carvings and beads
I think of the past
as the footprints of time
I ask of my mind
new ways of building my day

On my mind:
From news and views and queues
On my mind
From love and lights and life
On my mind
From clothes and creams and clones
I think of today
as the emblem of time
I ask of my mind
tough strands that settle the past

On my mind:
From roads and rivers and rites
On my mind
From meals and meetings and mines
On my mind
From takes and trials and tips
I think of beyond
as the icing of now-cake
I ask of my mind
how time will write our stay

On my mind is a song
In my heart is a joy
On our day we may say
For our stay we will pay
Where now the key
what now the catch
Slender and tender
tinder and blind
Fair, fast and just

From rakers to raiders to writers
we count our past
From foods to films and kids
we cost our now
To construct the morrow
which key, what call
To remain with creation
be a matter of minds
not the altar of kinds
And, as a bind, no matter:
Time be the writer, patchment
and ink....in all matter
I rest my mind.


Is there a worry in your soul? Take heart, it will be well. Are you like me, dazzled by the days of our genius and puzzled how to play in it? Take heart, the thrill will last.

There is plenty on most minds...you be not alone. I found this truism out long ago. An elderly friend confirmed to me same thing as well. If your mind roams and raves and ruminates, you are simply real. If not, dear thinker, you must truly worry.

The key is not your hands. It is our collective. It gives its call to the colour, and its colours to our calls. The cycle is the circle. And that is the ultimate call to genius: Nature, and our place in it. If we live, then we mind.