

3. Scent ~ The pungent aroma of chloryphyll wafting from the cut grass.
4. Taste ~ tangy, spicey, lovely yellow curry.
5. Touch ~Sunshine ~ warm and golden ~ streaming onto my red divan.
Feeling is the language, the forgotten language. If you understand feeling, you understand the whole.
Is salvation really just an evacuation plan from existence? I shutter to think so. Really do.
Each day I remind myself that I am but a dirt creature, animated by a blown breath of divine wind. I belong to everything.
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1 comments:
What a joy to apply the sixth sense of thinking of these wonderful things.
Please have a nice start into the new week.
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