Talking To The Brain
I sometimes take the initiative
Taking, talking to the brain,
As if it were a representative
Of good and God, silent, present.
With no answers, no response,
I know each synapse is no dunce,
Transmitting neurons no morons
But batteried intelligence.
I’ve no solutions, but It has: Brain jazz!
And so I trust, with each new thought,
Each new idea, impulse or not
That something in the mono-ation’s conversation
Is productive, non-destructive.
With analysis, this mono-business
Is an enterprise filled with surprises;
Answers come each in their kind,
Blindly showing up in weeks, months, days
In ways I scarcely recognize:
Answers to a thought once prized,
I do not intellectualize
But go on with the one-on-one,
Knowing that it’s being processed
By some clever chemi-physicist
Up in-the-skies.
Talking To The Brain 10.22.2020 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Circling Round Experience; Arlene Nover Corwin
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