The Brain: In fact - Greater than god.
For - should the two compete -
The one makes all the other can
And more - much more - with ease

We'll all be dead in a million years,
Perhaps much sooner than that.
The way we go about our lives
Is conducive to that track.
If we don't end all existence in
A blazing nuclear war,
We'll poison this sphere (that much is clear)
With smoke and sludge and tar.
But here in my tree,
Surrounded by leaves
And the golden, sparkling light,
The bombs and the haze
Seem so far away.
Perhaps we'll be all right.

A light
A love
A lie

                         I laugh
                         I pant
                         I cry

                                             We spark
                                             We flare
                                             We die

Out on the frozen Charles,
alone but for the creak
of the ice beneath,
and the singing of the winter wind,
and the glitt'ring of the city lights,
more num'rous than the stars at night,
life wells up inside of me.
I am a river that's in flood;
balloon at full capacity.
The universe runs through my blood.
At times like this
I know why.
I know why
I am alive.

Osmose with me
Into perfect symmetry.
Our membranes transfer me to you
An you to me; its chemistry.
And when in your proximity
Your energy sets mine in motion;
Moon's effect upon the ocean.
A privilege, surely, 'tis to feel
Not shared by stones or trees or seals.
Chimpanzees can't understand
but they come close.
A human thing it is to feel
And that is what I value most.

I could read or write by golden light
As it sifts between the leaves;

I could stand atop a mountain high
To taste and smell the breeze;

I could be Thoreau and know what’s life,
Instead I watch TV.

I am certain sans the slightest doubt
There’s something very wrong with me.

Fisherman Floating on the sea all day:
For every one he catches,
There are ten that got away.
Why does he keep at it? Well, only he can say.

Dandelion pushing through a crack in the street:
The going’s a bit tough,
But that air tastes so sweet.
Makes it worth attempting the impossible feat.

Little fawn falling down on the forest floor:
Life’s no breeze,
But it means so much more.
A thought to keep you going when all your limbs are sore.

Fisherman bobbing on the waves at night:
The stars are in the ocean,
The moon is full and bright.
A price cannot be placed on such a wondrous sight.