Thought Waves Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

A thought wave on the wings of Time
becomes a mechanism rhyme
b[l]ends into 'truth' - if truth exists -
but if it doesn't, thought persists,
sifts trial from error, act from mime,
opens avenues, insists,
impatient, chafes at falsehood, crime,
scarce tolerates the pantomime
Earth's play puts forward through the mists
Time has heaped up from clime to clime.

A thought wave on Time's wings should soar
above dark clouds. An open door
can cul de sac swift reunite
to hole in fence - and thus despite
apparent limits more and more
we find white yins through black yangs write.
Discover therefore no 'before'
no 'after' matters, when zen's core
remains intact, allows insight
to touch tear spring of every pore.

A thought wave on the wings of Time
should take time out, new paradigm
prepare, from past mistakes devine
the lesson that, though most resign
their birthrights spineless, heed harsh chime
against who out of step, of line
dare question compromise and grime,
who lofty set their sights sublime
towards a future fair and fine
where everybody cares a dime.

So thought waves in a coloured band
blend in season what seemed bland,
bring Cause, Effect, in contact, show
yokes may be lifted, acorns grow
so tall that all at sea can land
on gangway clear, fears overthrow.
Life's lent, sent helping understand.
Ideals uphold in witness stand,
exchange high pride for 'search to know' -
food for thought sought ferments hope fanned.

A thought band, - coded, coloured, wave -
bright seal imprints on souls that brave
'becomings' - like the chrysalid
from silk coccoon where long it hid
which slips forth, flies with wings to save
the future from a time-lock lid.
The dust which fills the roads we pave
once concentrated will not cave.
Ignoring ego and the id,
Man must not toe bye line, 'behave'...