On the philosophy of science and vise versa

i see the eyes,
but i classify them non-the-less as soul.
And the skin,
its just the you my friend that i should also know.
i am aware the matter dances as if puppet by a string.
But whats a song if not the spirit the second that it sings?

its a dim reflection at best
on a cast iron mirror.
its a dim reflection.
But that Light is still so bright.

i see communication as a cloud that carries rain from one body of water to another.
Its never the fullness of the ocean as a whole, but if you care enough, you will know it is there.

i have been climbing, (i thought)
at least it felt as though steps were beneath my feet...
But i feel the wind, lets be a sail and boat to catch The Breath,
and let love clean the mirror of our hearts.

The Reality is spoken, as Fruit comes from a Tree.
The Thought always existed, the Word is what we perceive.