-- Revelations of the Senses --

By John Herlihy

Revelations of the senses as bud awakening to flower,

As seconds fill the minutes, while minutes fill the hour.

Visions of the natural world in all its magnificent glory,

An unfolding narrative flowing in a never-ending story.

Musical notes fill the silence as dust notes fill the void,

Trailing light and hushed whispers in a passing asteroid.

Listen closely, if you wish to hear music of the spheres,

Mingling harmonies of starlight bring music to the ears.

A blessed intimacy found in the movements of a caress,

So velvety, a feeling of silk, longings of love to address.

Touched by the loved one, lifting the veil before the soul,

Sublime solitude drawn in the oneness of feeling whole.

Paradisical gardens experienced in the sense of smell,

Intoxicating a distracted mind with their mystical spell.

Frankincense, myrrh, nature’s perfume to overwhelm,

Lilacs, jasmine, forget-me-nots all standing at the helm.

Sweetness of nectar honeyed, bitterness of vinegar sour,

The sense of taste exercises over us its tantalizing power.

Does taste merely make us ravenous for things we miss,

Or does it take us by the hand to sit at the table of bliss?

What then do the budding flowers of the five senses reveal?

Outer senses flaunt the grace that the inner senses conceal.

Lift the diaphanous veil, of third eye, confront life’s mystery,

Awaken to the spirit of an alternative world in all its beauty.

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Copyright © John Herlihy

Tuesday 4 July 2023