Poems about brain

Between the Will and Attention

The mind is a little crow, a double sided sword, where will and attention play, while agape feeds...

As I breathe, oxygen comes in, I become what I breathe, yet I do not, carbon dioxide goes out.1...

When hunger creates unwillingly, unknowingly and doesn’t destroy, we are no longer trapped in...

When I’m about to fall, reflex lets me stay tall. Untainted I am not afraid to learn, the only...

Left and right, two arms, what’s behind, one brain. Left and right, two play, what’s behind, one...

Two travelers from fantasy lands stood aside; looking intensely at each other as if they knew deep...