Lost and Found

When I’m lost for words, I find my true voice
For silence is borne with the wisdom of choice
By finding my heart, I’m losing my head
For feelings are tangles of words best unsaid

When I’ve found myself, I lose my disguise
For freedom is built on the absence of lies
By losing my love, I’m finding my friends
For trusting begins when the certainty ends

When I’m lost in dreams, I find inner sight
For vision is masked by the spectrum of light
By finding my words, I’m losing my goal
For beauty is writ in the language of soul

When I’ve found my feet, I lose my desire
For purpose is fuelled by the passion of fire
By losing my way, I’m finding my path
For meaning is hid in the labyrinth’s hearth

Wayne Visser © 2006

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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