Wheel of Fate

We set the wheel of fate in motion
But cannot know the way it turns
We make the spark that lights a fire
But cannot know just how it burns

We are not masters of the weather
We are but sailors on the sea
We are not birds upon the feather
We are but hikers on the scree

We cast our gaze to the horizon
But never reach the shiny edge
We place each step upon the mountain
But never reach the rocky ledge

We are not pieces on a chess board
We are the player and the game
We are not someone else’s picture
We are the painter – and life’s our frame.

Wayne Visser © 2010

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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