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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