MEDITATION ON TIME

Intellect

Out of flesh, bones, and blood, 
Mixed with everyday experience, 
And held together by the glue of reason, 
Man's intellect has grown into a spirit, 
With its rules and objectives, 
Structure and substance, 
Having a life of its own.

The innumerable crystals of experience, 
Would be a fabric of sense experiences only, 
But for the mosaic of ideas which intellect creates, 
Enriching life, deciphering universe.

Intellect works like a master craftsman, 
Selecting the materials, setting them to a design, 
With chosen tools, 
And working with principles, 
Testing the product with experience for its quality.

Intellect endures while emotions die;
It has created brilliant dimensions to human life.
The shimmering glow of intellect's creations
Dares, at times, nature's order,
The two, nature and mind, are the protagonists in the
universe,
In whose duels hangs most of the human destiny.

Mind misses many a time nature's intricate play, 
But understanding it is a never-ending project, 
Almost raising man's level to a grandeur rivaling nature's.