We are bestowed with five instruments of sense,
Each one representing an ability most intense,
Instruments of desire that we have at our disposal,
To help us uncover the mystery of life’s proposal,
To see, to hear, to smell, to taste, and yes to touch,
All unique measures of reality; God has given us much.
There is a virginity to the senses that is undeniable;
The uniqueness of the experience is fully verifiable.
Ask the blind man what most he would like to see,
He may well respond the rare likeness of me and thee.
What would the person wish to hear who is deaf and dumb?
She may respond with conviction the voice of her loved one.
Why should it be any different for the fullness of our faculties?
Our senses experience the world with no undue tragedies.
If we take care to note the impressions of the senses,
The senses will take note of the impressions of themselves.
They will fulfill their duty without taking leave of the senses,
They will give us their due without offering us any pretences.
I have seen the pale moon on the horizon many times;
But its pale light enters my heart as if for the first time.
I have heard birds sing and chipmunks chatter many a time;
But every song and sound greet me as if for the first time.
I have eaten at feasts and banquets as long as a lifetime;
But the drop of lemon and honey seem always the first time.
Let us always recall and never forget to remember,
Two further senses add richness to life’s incredible splendor.
The sixth sense singles us out with its vision and understanding,
Our egoism, selfishness and unruly emotions notwithstanding.
The seventh sense allows us to contemplate untold worlds internally,
Then communicate our innermost thoughts to one and all universally.
The virginity of all the senses remains their one unique trait,
Returning us for a few moments back to the lost virgin state.
Not to demean your fine poem, but good old adages die hard in the face of science. There aren't just five senses, and the one people often attribute to intuition, the sixth.
At the risk of not naming them all, my condition has made me very aware of the senses of balance, position, heat and cold, both internally and externally, pain and others I failed to name.
regarding the five senses, I would not underestimate Him (whose motto is 'Strict Frugality'), saying that 'God has given us much'; He never wastes, even a penny, to say nothing of the human faculties. . . At that, we are all relying upon ourselves. The sixth sense actually is all the five senses coming together, so long as any separate one has not so much value; in the sense, the number six is the complete number five. This means that there is no the seventh or further sense (of course, we can pretend to have even nine or ten of them, but they would be the repetitions). That's why we have only five fingers, the other 5x3 are positive and negative repetitions of the right hand; hence we have to deal with the central number five to finally realize ourselves in this space (world) and lifetime. What is termed here 'virginity' is simply a cleaning occurred on a regular basis, a kind of reboot if you wish. (This is similar to (excuse me) evacuation of the bowels.) Again, it's quite difficult to pretend a virgin if you are not. . . Yes, we cultivate our senses and we often do it in extreme cases of our life, each time bringing ourselves closer to the end; so, the eternal question is "What this for?" For the chance, it may be, to reach the final realization at the very last moment. The great systematization within poetic frame. Cheers, alex
The last two lines of this poem are so very comforting and needed. To have been blessed with the senses is a wonderful thing indeed. We have so much to be grateful for!
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
This is a book of free verse poetry that addresses the seven main tests in life and offers some sensible solutions to passing those tests with minimal discomfort.
At the risk of not naming them all, my condition has made me very aware of the senses of balance, position, heat and cold, both internally and externally, pain and others I failed to name.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane