The Way You Act Is The Way You Think
Dear philosophers contemplating over the mind/body "split,"
Your body is your brain.
Sincerely,
Science
P.S. -
Body is First
Body is the first philosophy we’re given.
Grab a rattle, teethe a drum, pound it in driven
snow. We’re windswept into choreography,
Its motions become emotions, and sway in trees.
Touch can soothe, and touch can burn. The fiddler
dances with a drunken lecher’s hum. A lover’s
palm finds the sting that roots in nervous sense,
in earliest truth, knowing no better. There ends
the mystery of love. Only to begin romance.
Our valentines turn pirouettes on the same glance,
keeping a crib-early tempo. Skinned, we dance.
Aching in each other when the bard incants.
Body asks, Are my rhythms shackles? Do they mood
the bent wrist, or heel at the chain? Do they draw blood?
Your body is your brain.
Sincerely,
Science
P.S. -
Body is First
Body is the first philosophy we’re given.
Grab a rattle, teethe a drum, pound it in driven
snow. We’re windswept into choreography,
Its motions become emotions, and sway in trees.
Touch can soothe, and touch can burn. The fiddler
dances with a drunken lecher’s hum. A lover’s
palm finds the sting that roots in nervous sense,
in earliest truth, knowing no better. There ends
the mystery of love. Only to begin romance.
Our valentines turn pirouettes on the same glance,
keeping a crib-early tempo. Skinned, we dance.
Aching in each other when the bard incants.
Body asks, Are my rhythms shackles? Do they mood
the bent wrist, or heel at the chain? Do they draw blood?