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Right Action, Right Mind

The older I get, the more I find
That I am gentle with myself; not blind
To my mistakes, but more forgiving,
More wise about the purpose of living

For life is not a race to win or lose
It’s more about walking in our own shoes
And it’s not an exam to pass or fail
It’s more about weaving our unique tale

The older I get, the more I see
That changing the world starts inside of me
For life invites us to care, to be kind
As the Buddha says: right action, right mind.

Wayne Visser © 2023

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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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This Is The Way

No matter what you do or say
Your life is yours to live each day
No matter how you work or play
Your time is yours to spend each day

Take care of where you live and how
Take care of where you work and why
Take care of who you love and how
Take care of who you are and why

No matter if you go or stay
Your life is lived within the fray
No matter if your skies turn grey
Your love is bright – This Is The Way

Wayne Visser © 2023

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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The Stoic

I am a stoic
But that does not mean
That I deny life’s pleasures
Rather, I embrace the fullness of life
Always delighted by its highs
And ever expecting its lows
Knowing that the path to equanimity
Lies somewhere in between

I am a stoic
But that does not mean
That I dull down life’s colours
Rather, I accept the vagaries of life
Always influencing what I can
And letting go of the rest
Knowing that the secret to happiness
Is telling the difference

I am a stoic
But that does not mean
That I spurn life’s potential
Rather, I study the patterns of life
Always finding beauty everywhere
And befriending the chaos
Knowing that the purpose of existence
Is to have existed at all

Wayne Visser © 2022

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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Only Now

There’s only now – this moment of this day
In time’s great ocean, as we swell and sway
Between waves of memories already past
And hopeful dreams like fishnets we cast

The day itself may change to foul or fair
Our only task is to be present there
To ride out the storm and soak up the sun
To manage the fear and relish the fun

There’s only now – this fleeting time and place
In life’s long journey, the truth we must face
Is that though the ground we cover is great
The path that we tread is what we create

The place itself may bring pleasure or pain
Sometimes we will lose, sometimes we will gain
The trick’s to be present through thick and thin
For life’s not a race, there’s nothing to win

There’s only now – this breath in, this breath out
A state of being is what it’s about
To be here right now, to be who we are
To beat like a drum, to shine like a star

Wayne Visser © 2021

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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In the Game

Every day, you’re in the game
You’re dodging and dribbling, blocking and shooting
Rooting for the team, the change
From attack to defense, on the counter
From the back to the scoring zone
Your fans, your friends, your family
Are shouting your name, counting
The hoops, the scoops, the victories.

Every day, you’re taking the hits
You’re collecting the knocks, the bruises
From losers, when life won’t play fair
You share the defeats, the repeats
The scares and the shake-downs
The days when scoring is rare
When the flare in extinguished
Yet still you bounce back, rise again.

Every day, you’re playing for keeps
You’re ducking and diving, weaving and scheming
Dreaming of making your shots, the aim
Is so crucial, grace of the movement
From eye to hand, hand to hoop
We whoop in your triumph, your successes
For win or lose, it matters not
What matters is the game, going far
And in our eyes, you’re always a star.

Wayne Visser © 2018

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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Invisible

I am invisible, hidden, unseen
No one knows where I am, or where I’ve been
These moments pass by, alone, unshared
Nobody was there, nobody that cared

The fire of sunset, the swirl of cloudscapes
The swan on the river – the ripples it makes
The dance of lightening, the song of thunder
Alone I wander, alone I wonder

All this great beauty, the pain deep inside
With no one to tell, it’s easy to hide
This they call freedom, living the dream
I am invisible, phantom, unseen

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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Heaven

Where is heaven?
Is it some place far
Or is it close
To where we are?

Religion cast
A seductive spell –
Go to heaven
Or straight to hell

But is heaven
A place in the sky
Or a fledgling soul
Learning to fly?

Heaven can be
A place on this earth
And so can hell
If we give it birth

Could heaven be
A state of mind
A way of being
For us all to find?

It is our right
To question why
But if we’re wrong
I guess we’ll fry

Wayne Visser © 2005

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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Wrapped in Words

wrapped in words
and tied with rhyme
yet throughout space
not bound by time
enigmas fly

arched in rays
fade-marked with bows
resplendent land
in darkness glows
casts shadows on
archaic hope

masked in myth
encoded spells
reveal the quest –
lost legends live
in magic shells
narratives weave

– linked in light

twinned in tone
and making whole
opposites swirl

veiled in voice
in thought and deed
so hidden names
survive in seed
eternal words
recreate life

(acrostic poem)

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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Angels

I believe in angels
But I don’t think they have wings
I know that they are near
By the way my spirit sings

I believe in angels
But I doubt that they have halos
I know that they are wise
By the way their caring shows

I believe in angels
But I do not hear their hymns
I know that they are true
By the joy their presence brings

I believe in angels
But without the flowing robes
I know that they are here
By the light which shines and grows

I believe in angels
But not from realms of heaven
I know that they are close
By the loving that is leaven

I believe in angels
Some walk right by our side
Some dwell in planes unseen
And serve as spirit guides

Wayne Visser © 2005

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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Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Looking proud and standing tall
With twinkling eye and gleaming smile
Your charming face, sure to beguile

With tricks of light, you play your game
First you flatter, then you maim
A cruel master, seldom friend
Teasing, taunting, without end

Are you villain, evil glass?
A horror prop, or tragic farce?
Am I enslaved, or am I vain?
Will your spell drive me insane?

All alone, yet you conspire
With images of love’s desire
Selling beauty, buying souls
Feeding fears and eating holes

You never lie, but miss the truth
By scorning age and praising youth
Catching beams, reflecting forms
Judging on distorted norms

Yet what you show is only part
Of who I am, it’s just the start
The best of me is what you hide
It’s all the beauty that’s inside

Mirror, mirror, on the wall
I hear your voice and heed your call
The one you show is my true friend
You are the means, I am the end

Wayne Visser © 2005

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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