Furball flies around,

turns from one to two to one;

kittens play murder


To and fro we go--

being and then becoming--

the beast with two backs


The tiny human

snores on my chest and then I

snore on my pillow


Twice as many ears

as there are mouths clamoring

yet so few listen


Philosophy’s toast,

Epistomology’s bitch;

only Love remains


The mind does reveal:

Mystery, Reality;

brave hearts embrace both


Living Universe!

quiet and voluminous

shockingly diverse


Science seeks the truth

subtle, complex and precise;

sounds like poetry!


~ all copyright 2001 by Matt Terry ~


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