The Senses

Launched into being, to dwellings unknown

The Whole divided in parts

Scattered and burning, increasing in number

Born for pleasing it’s own

An infinite vision, to gaze on the whole

The god beholding the Self

The mirror reveals a threshold of wonder

As it cries to echo the Soul

Scent of creation, vapor of life

Fragrance of ages inhaled

Bearing it’s lover the message

To taste the vineyards of strife

Conscious the Master, the labyrinth known

A touch ordaining it’s shine

Reflecting the gems of beginning

The Self, receiving it’s own

– Kathy Sutherland