The senses are pretty things…

The senses are pretty things…
The secret voices of the truth…
Being able to capture the sun and the moon…
With just a single glance.

The senses live their own lives…
Cutting through the dim and mundane…
Feeling fire turn from white to red…
Smelling mama’s cooking from so far away.

They know that a rainbow needs its distance…
A sky to stretch its arms and legs…
A background for its red, yellow, amber and violet stripes…
A perfect equilibrium.

Yep, the senses are pretty things…
To experience them, try dwelling on nothing…
Listen only to their voices…
They will tell you a magnificent story.

I know because I live this way every day.

I love you,

Annie