Science matter of factly, says - Consciousness doth not exist &/Yet - Twas consciousness that gave rise to scientific skies All taking place in: The mindSuch a magnificent machine The mind Somehow able & Capable. Of studying it’s own Design *** Cipher Poems ***  

Ode to the Animal Within(in the style of Walt Whitman)Not really—no, not really—My needs are your needs, O brother, O sister, O kindred of the earth,Eating, sleeping, spreading seeds—Simple, unadorned, as the fox in the hedgerow, the sparrow in...

Your little hand upon my chest... While you head lay upon my breast... Deeply dreaming of daddy and I... Deeply dreaming while the worlds goibg by...

  Not really.   My needs are your needs.   Eating,sleeping,spreading seeds.   It's that simple for other creatures.   Not humans.   We've turned our search for food into something more than the need to fuel our bodies.   We've turned sleeping into the search for a more salubrious environment to...