Seek the Patterns
In the quiet of the morning, when the sun begins to rise, There's a world of hidden wonders, if you open up your eyes. In the rustle of the leaves and the whispers of the stream, There's a melody of patterns, like a beautiful dream. Look for patterns in the shadows, find the rhythm in the rain, In the parallels to be noticed, there's a wisdom to attain. The world is full of secrets, waiting to be known. Unlocked and delivered, to the pattern seeker prone. Below the bubbling surface, reach the truth of steady calm. If chaos confuses, in truth there is a balm. So gaze with purpose at all unseen, There's a dance of hidden patterns, in the spaces in between. Amidst the pages of a novel, where characters evolve, In the choices that they make, and the problems they resolve. In the ebb and flow of narratives, where emotions are affirmed, There's a literary language, seek the patterns in the world. -- Phil Shapiro, pshapiro@his.com https://opensource.com/users/pshapiro @ph...