Countless clocks count down …
Trapped in a time tied Hall of Mirrors,
We synchronise our beliefs
And accept the reality reflected
That a pointless point in time
On a superficial scale of history
Marks a new millennium
For all the people of the planet
Yet not so for the African Animist
The Judaist, or the Muslim
Neither followers of Confucius
The Buddha or Lao Tzu
Only those in religions self-absorbed –
Christian? Conservative? Corporate?
Only their narrow minds
By 2000 are spellbound.
Wayne Visser © 1999
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.