In mischief God made human mind

Like bubbles borne by sea if be this life— In space of time a mere random moment And still myriads of rare promises rife, E’en bubbles as event can make a dent. Wish, I see in waves and waters vast sea, See common clay, in all pots and potter, Wish, I can see the root reality, See lotus not else than mud and water. To Destiny, not so is good nor bad, And still I cleave, create likes and dislikes From things that are joyous, nor ever sad, My clinging as a discordant note strikes. And yet, I can’t but cleave and feel inclined, Mayhap, in playful mischief God made mind. __________________________ Sonnet |04.12.2006| God, creation, life