Marshes have thrown up maggots
and faggots before
Mooring be known to divers
scanning rivers
and seas
If the crude years be bore
how sweet
is Brent crude tonight
If distant voices be strange
how sweet
is each bond we strike
This be the mystery
of mixes
Let the mirror speak
tonight
I know of a gentle soul
lurking in firming moors
But the city won't have it be
I know of a trembling dawn
waiting in warm beaches
But the whispers aren't low enough
I asked the Sage for a ribboned writ
to tackle same case some day aloud
But the mystery won't let him speak
So I entered, and centred my gaze:
Alas! There is mirror, there is candour
and humour gallore
Marshes and maggots
faggots and moors
Aha!
Mornings and mirrors
mystery to mix
Aha!
And the beauty of this mission
be the passion of bonds:
One hold, sweet honour
One flow, sweet humour
And the world sails on!
Where we land will hand
us a day
our pay
and plentiful say
How we land will hand
us the way
to the pay
of people's day
What we finally land
be the hand we hand
or bland
When we land it
is how we stand it:
Whether for self or all
By the Sage's nod
we must search the moors
or moor in vain
If not, the mystique of souls
be bore
and the mystery of mixes
is forever lost!
Some of the magic of our common universe came to the fore the other day when my brainy interlocutor posed the question, "what is life?". I always thought it is "give and take" or "seek and find". Certainly not "grab and grab"!
In a word, life, for me, is about "bonds". And, in this wide world of ours, how can you not find a reason to bond; and thus the reason to search? Known and unknown!
Searching has thrown up ponders, and....wonders.
If you doubt, try the www search engines! If you care, try people: humans, homes, humanity!!
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