The World Your Heart Partakes Of
The world your heart partakes of,
To meet the needs it aches of,
Science quakes of.
The realm on which consciousness feeds
Borrows some hue from needs
That no scientist reads.
Abstract, ageless reality,
Scientists' revered majesty,
Is no accessory
To your private world of experience,
Ever-changing and investing with ambience
Your frames of reference.
The whole Earth approves when you frame
A consummatory niche with your name
(No two the same),
When your mind, not skittering with the times,
With the immensity of the cosmos chimes,
To rest betimes. -
And the sky can hold your blue,
That buzzard can cry to you,
Significant, too.
You are because you belong,
Your perceptions are singing your song,
Your reality's throng.