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THE COGNITION OF THE HEART





So many ways of cognizing the world that I am concerned;

The cat has so many hairs on its nose.  Each one taken

Together accounts for the mouse’s kalideosope of fears.



Not unlike a blind man apprising what is within reach

Do we grope for the infinite and the infinitesimal and

By virtue of the above constraint is our awareness limited.



Concepts are like the plans of an architect; there seems

To be a precognition to everything we do and we never

Seem to live outside our skulls even for an instant.



Only the heart seem to be free of cogitation; by virtue

Of its all inclusiveness no lines need to be drawn; Saints

Are unable to give the format or maps to heaven.



The mouse chases its teaspoon of darkness in a hole;

But the cat is nocturnal in its cognition of the mouse;

For this cognition I am concerned because stealth wins.



We owe our perspicuity to one-upmanship; only the

Cognition of the heart offers a level playing field,

One does not pounce when recognizing the beloved.