They say behind the stomach
there resides a second brain
The complexity of which is something
that they can’t explain.
The issues of digestion
and a body’s reproduction
Do not require the tissues
of cognition and deduction.
Nor can they fathom why it is
that almost all the time
It insists on sending
such a mass of data up the spine.
“What could the belly have,” they ask,
“by way of information
Which in such volumes
could enhance cerebral operation?”
The answer is well-known, I think
to common intuition.
That very concept
will bring understanding to fruition.
For the head is very clever
with its smells and light and sound
And has convinced itself
those are the only things around.
But there is a vast realm of sense
surrounds us like a sea
Far beyond the scope of our meager tool
of vibrational frequency.
Not limited to boundaries
of matter, time or space
It was our home
long before we were the human race.
That magic knot of nerves
that lies there at our core
Is descendant of that organ
that informed us long before
It sent that sense equipment bundle
up the spinal tower
Where that grey mass grew so large
it thought that it had all the power.
In other words,
that thing that in our innards is immersed
Is not our second brain,
oh no, it’s certainly our first.
And like the sun that beams us life
from out the system’s nexus
All wisdom radiates to us
from out the solar plexus.
But since the truth so oft conflicts
with vanity and pride
Most people go to heady lengths
those signals to deride.
And choices made, things go wrong,
life kicks them in the butt…
They always say “I shouldn’t have
– I knew it in my gut!”