The traffic of my mind can get quite busy
Pondering questions that leave me dizzy
Does history repeat or does it rhyme?
How many ways do we conceive of time?
Where do things begin and where do they end?
Is space linear or does it somehow bend?
How does my mind conjure such thoughts?
And leave my reasoning tied up in knots?
Such is the mystery of a human mind
Some would stifle it and think themselves kind
Don’t ask questions and don’t fill your head
With nonsense that leaves us irate with dread
Thinking of a Nazarene aged about twelve1
Visiting the sages with wisdom to delve
The questions he posed that won him acclaim
I wonder what they were? Could they have been the same?
A questing mind seems to me not to be wrong
When centred and focused on a base that is strong
To know deeply of Love as one’s underground stream
Places one on par with the Nazarene’s dream!
(c) Dennis Ryle February 2025
Wondering Pilgrim 