If my eyes cannot witness a miracle,
I may as well be blind.
If my ears cannot hear divine music,
I may as well be deaf.
If my hands cannot caress the face of love,
I may as well be numb.
If my lips cannot taste the nectar of passion,
I may as well be life-less.
if my nose cannot scent the flowering of freedom,
I may as well be sealed off.
The senses,
Portals to the invisible or
Tools for the mind.
That which,
Sees through my eyes,
Hears through my ears,
Caresses through my hands,
Tastes through my lips,
Scents through my nose,
Can make this world wonder-filled or mundane.
What abides in my being ?