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Let not head over heart be thy bane

I’ve seen no flowers feigning a false grin, 
Nor birds that with a cheerless face e’er croon, 
Nor trees that fret in vain  loss of lush green, 
Dolphins depressed, nor weary waning moon, 
Reindeers devoid of all their self esteem, 
Polar bears that cannot take it easy, 
Wild cats worried on a fuzzy vague whim, 
Laid-back they live easy as waves in sea, 
In peace as they practise a lifelong Zen 
Of ducks that meditate whilst swim at ease…. 
Alas, he whose mind’s puffed-up seems but man, 
Never at peace, how so fair wafts the breeze. 
    Smug at the crest of Creation’s long chain,
    Beware O man, head over heart’s thy bane.        
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 Reflections | 03.04.2014, revised July 2026 | bliss, men, mind, moon, peace, Sonnet
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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