In Mischief He Made Man's Mind

A bubble born maketh for no event, Like that bubble in ocean be this life— Space and time's randomly rendered moment And of myriad possibilities rife, If only I can see in waves the sea, See common clay, in all pots and potter, See lotus not else than muddy water, Only thence reality do I see. Let what happens be, not is good nor bad, It's cleaving that creates likes and dislikes, Notso in world's made joyous, nor yet sad, It's clinging that a note dissonant strikes. But man cannot but cleave and feel inclined, God played a game when in mischief made mind. ___________________________________________________ Sonnets | 04.12.06 |