In the sublime domain of dreams, heavens below,
A celestial craftsman tunes your destiny's glow.
He ploughs the field of fate for the soul to grow
First, lifting it up in the skies and then letting go.
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Hi Tatiana, Your second poem on ph. A totally different one here. On the divine dispositions. It echoes the old saying, Man proposes, God disposes. And, In a flash the insight blurs and dims until gone; Very nice poem.. The idea of the poem beautifully expressed, with conviction. Again, you have a tremendous control over your vocabulary; alwaya the righ word at the right place. And it rhymes, without any effort.. It is the philosophy, I beg to differ. The Hindu philosophy sings a different tune. Bhagavat Gita says: Uddharet Aatman Aatmanam Na Aatmanam Avasadayet Aatmasya hi aatmano bandhu- ratmaiva ripuratmana. (Man has to lift himself by his own self alone and not lower himself; for, this self alone is his friend and this self is his enemy too.) This might not be entire true about our worldly possessions; but it is entirely true about our spiritual possessions. Hope the entire world listens.. A 100++ foe your poem. Do continue to write ans share....