Poetry

Connected In life we form a complex web Of patterns always shifting We’re tied to every other thing No matter that we’re drifting We see ourselves in spangled skies Of silver light reflected We’re twirling in a cosmic dance Forever we’re connected Each day we add another thread Of faith and hope entwining A tapestry of weaves and knots And love that’s redefining We see ourselves in healing cards And totem poles erected We’re joining in an ancient song That chants: we’re all connected The river flows, the seasons sway To moods of inner weather With secret codes and hidden rhymes In traces of a feather We see ourselves in nature’s glass With energies affected We’re syncing global consciousness We’ll always be connected Wayne Visser © 2021

In the Mind When this great race of life is run When all is said and all is done When we look back, we’ll surely find So much of life was in the mind The hardest trials, the stress and strain The darkest nights, the clouds and rain The loss that left us bruised and blind These were the battles of the mind The proudest wins, the joy and fun The brightest days, the skies and sun The love that made us good and kind These were the triumphs of the mind When this great wheel of life is turned When seasons pass and tides have churned When we reflect on what’s behind We’ll know it’s true: life’s in the mind. Wayne Visser © 2020

Quest Divine A word, a phrase … I catch my breath Something stirs within my depth Dancing flames to raging fire All consuming soul desire A glimpse, a hint … my destination Glowing embers, inspiration Onward inward, still in mind So much to do, so much to find Now reflect … seems out of reach How am I this gap to breach? Yet try I must, no price too fine My holy grail, this quest divine Wayne Visser © 1989

Song of the Stars What note am I? What transcendent tone Which resonates in chords unknown And reverberates in harmony An unseen cosmic symphony? What grain am I? What magic dust Which congeals to form an earthy crust Of mountain, valley, beach and plain An unseen cosmic soul terrain? What spark am I? What burst of light Which dances over embers bright And flickers flames of deep desire An unseen cosmic questing fire? I am nothing and all, the same and unique The beginning I cherish, the end that I seek I am mortal, eternal, nearby and far An unseen cosmic song of the stars Wayne Visser © 1997

Your Mission Your mission In this short, sacred life Is to discover your voice Your unique identity Your way of being in the world Your mission Is to locate your inner core Your centre of gravity Your place In a universe of diffuse chaos Your mission In this raw, random life Is to discover your gift Your unique talent Your way of giving in the world Your mission Is to locate your playing-field Your zone of impact Your mark In a universe of constant change Your mission In this cruel, crazy life Is to discover your love Your unique constellation Your way of relating in the world Your mission Is to locate your web of light Your pattern of connection Your heart In a universe of vast emptiness Wayne Visser © 2019

Home Home is the centre of love That we create with and for each other Home is the safe space Where we can be ourselves, unmasked Home is the place of joy Brought alive by family and friends When we are weary Home is the resting place of rejuvenation When we are winning Home is the swirling room of victory dancing When we are dreaming Home is the flaming hearth of endless possibility Home is setting down roots For a day, a year or a lifetime Home is our treasure chest To store shared memories, old and new Home is our small piece of earth To take care of and nurture together Wayne Visser © 2019

String, Donuts, Bubbles and Me 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 Or is it just a big boom bang That speeds to its goal Of whirling and swirling Into a black hole My view is different: The whole galaxy Is milky and silky And spins around me! Wayne Visser © 2008

What Dreams May Come What dreams may come What cosmos reflected What masks may change What seasons collected We dance our love We follow our vector We flit our days We gather our nectar What dreams may come What enchanted childness What far horizon What enraptured wildness We roam our plains We take our life chances We fix our gaze We make our bold stances What dreams may come What earth-rooted treasures What friends we make What sky-varied pleasures We find our pond We quench our deep longing We weave our spell We let our bright song sing Wayne Visser © 2011

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

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

Presence Presence within me I’m a seeker of your face But as I turn my eyes inward My thoughts and mind just seem to race Still my mind, help me to focus Still my mind, set me free From the whirlwind that’s inside of me Oh, hear me, Presence within. Wayne Visser © 1990

Flame of the Spirit Seminal spark In the vast void of nothingness Mighty devourer of darkness Great warrior against eternal cold Flickering flame In the delusional shadow of a soulless universe Luminous beacon of our higher purpose Gentle reminder of the divine in all life Blazing fire In the barren landscape of yesterday’s thinking Passionate destroyer of perceived limitations Courageous torch of creative imagination Smouldering ashes In the healing breeze of tomorrow’s dawn Unifying essence of the ancient wisdom Leaven nest of the Phoenix rising Flame of the Spirit In the tropical forest of life’s diversity Forever alight with faith, hope and love Burn brightly within us, now and forever Wayne Visser © 2000