-- Miracle of the Senses --
John Herlihy
The sense of smell elevates and intoxicates,
The wind often roars or speaks in whispers.
The sense of touch a feather approximates,
Hearing collects laughter like court jesters.
Let us not forget the sublime sense of taste,
A subtle revelation that will inspire no waste.
Leave not behind the glorious sense of sight,
Whose wonder will fill us with joyous delight.
Simply gaze with attention on a dawn thrush,
To experience in every fiber that sense of rush.
Dawn sunlight reflects within us as inner glow,
Enlightening our perceptions with all we know.
The miracles of the senses leave nothing askew,
Bestowing insights on the soul we never knew.
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(c) John Herlihy 5 June 2019
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Delightfully written with a keen sense of what touches us from mere words.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane
If only we could remain aware of where we are in space for cogently, and combine that with the other senses, as you've so deftly poeticized here, wouldn't we be that much better off? But alas, most accept just drifting... not knowing or caring where they really are in big picture of things. Okay, a bit metaphorical, but still...
Rebecca