Tonight I’m pondering the
options of the ‘following heart’
of our time.

Either it follows the perceptions
of the senses and the intellect
of a one-sided materialistic science,
slowly growing colder, maybe dying.

Or, in feeling the lack of warmth
supplied by such science, it can turn
back to some older warmth,
back to a faith
of earlier times, though splitting
itself at the same time
from the thought lines
of modern science.

Finally, it can choose to
start with modern science
but push through from abstraction
to genuine perception
into the true nature
of things, courageously
walking with the intellect
of the head,
though forging for itself,
in warmth,
its own kind of
intelligence.