The Hidden Guru.

A Poem by Bryan Sefton

I sat looking across the road at an old man, who sat looking across the road at an old man. I wrote this story around him. I wonder what he wrote about me?

They do not see the reflection I see
They see lines like the bark of a tree
And knees that are bent to some degree
My hair shows my season is winter

They do not think there's a passion I feel
They may not feel I have the nous for the deal
Or the urge to win, (though never to steal)
For I sit in the peace at my centre

They see a man with no place to go
But I sit and watch it all in full flow
My mind runs wherever the rivers go
I see the summer in winter

They see a man dim in wit and in vision
They have no idea what is in my possession
A lifetime of learning with no omission
A mind, that is still the inventor

Physics say matter is the grist of the mind
That reality is the minds incline
The eyes takes the image and the world's defined
Creation is the minds mentor

Some may gaze at a gibbous moon
And lament to the world that it's gone too soon
I see a stella nova explode and bloom
To blaze on my minds reflector

So you see me sitting as if in a dream
Taking in the mid morning scene
Neither coming nor going, sitting serene
But gone, on a great adventure!

© 2022 Bryan Sefton

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Coyote Poetry

Years ago. I loved to travel Bryan. I like to meet new people and to discuss, everything.
"They see a man dim in wit and in vision
They have no idea what is in my possession
A lifetime of learning with no omission
A mind, that is still the inventor"
I liked the complete poem and the above lines. Is true. Our mind, always seeking answers to the old questions. Already answers. Thank you for sharing the entertaining poetry.
Coyote