Within the mind, withing the heart

lie the secrets of Gaia’s art.

The beauty this world unfolds each day

cannot be seen any other way.

Science tells us what is ‘real’

but cannot tell us what we feel;

it quantifies and calculates.

it knows our heights, it knows our weights.

With science some folk think they know

just what it is that makes us grow,

what we think and what we feel;

those things that make us really real

are not a quantity or measure,

they are our feelings – pain and pleasure.

So, do not tell me “science knows”;

science knows the river – where it goes

not the feeling of its rippling stream

or the wonderous glint of a sun beam

shining down through broken cloud,

breaking through that darkening shroud.

Reflected light from dancing stream,

the stuff that makes our spirits dream.

What science ‘knows’ is oh so small

it really knows nothing at all.