Friday, May 18, 2012


     The day and night sides of my brain contain
     Opposing worldviews sitting side by side,
     Not foes colliding, driving me insane,
     But complementary entities allied.

     The one’s the Scientist, whom evidence
     Alone persuades a proposition’s true;
     The other is the Mystic, whose sixth sense
     Validates a transcendental view.

     These mighty opposites have duked it out
     For centuries, since the Age of Reason rose
     To prominence and cast Belief in doubt,
     But now no longer need these views oppose:

         They’re like perspective pictures eyed awry
         When suddenly their oneness you descry.