Stray Thoughts on a Sunny Morning

The human race, a wise Chinese once said,

should learn to hold three clear mirrors:

the mirror of brass in which is inlaid

the physical world of errors,

the mirror of people where your image

shines or fades beyond your control,

and the mirror of history, quick time’s rage,

which will just forget or extol.

But O! What are mirrors to eyes of stone

from which the divine spark has fled?

What are mirrors to flesh, blood and bone

though it be with the world inlaid?

Fame is the evil charm of history

in a mediocrity-centric world

where certainty defies all mystery

and knowledge keeps too many folds.

I love the dab of color on the leaf,

I love the autumn leaves of flesh,

I love the colors of human belief—

All these I love, all these I bless.

Some great being beneath the ground or high

in the turrets of the deep sky

receives my gratitude each day for I

welcome him and bid him good bye.

                                                Friday, 08 January 2016