Illusions

Our beliefs stretch as far as we take them
In our search for the purpose of living
And our faith is a mould that can shape them
In our lessons of loving and giving

But when streams become trapped we mistake them
For the limitless source of the ocean
In our quest for the gods, we forsake them
For the truth is eternal motion

Our illusions are real as we make them
Like mirror tricks played with the sunlight
And our questions are hammers to break them
Bringing new worlds alive with our insight

Wayne Visser © 2007

Book

String, Donuts, Bubbles and Me: Favourite Philosophical Poems

This creative collection, now in its 3rd edition, brings together philosophical poems by Wayne Visser. In this anthology, he muses on subjects ranging from space, angels and destiny to time, science and meaning in life. According to scientists / The world’s made of string / That buzzes and fuzzes / Or some such strange thing / It’s also a donut / That curls round a hole / With middles and riddles / Just like a fish bowl / And there’s no mistaking / It’s more than 3-D / With twenty or plenty / Dimensions unseen / Still others insist / It’s really a bubble / That’s popping and bopping / Through the lenses of Hubble. Buy the paper book / Buy the e-book.

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