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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Written: June 24, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Natasha L Scragg Quote: "If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is, infinite." By William Blake "Note: If we define perception to include transcendence, intuition, and the process of abstract meaning, we ultimately consider Spirit as the human sixth sense" ****************** Sight The sky soars over sycamores above— Amber light oozes over foliage & cove A web of shadows weaves in stone. The leaden hand of dusk settles in hush. Eyes drink the amber evening's glow— Remember, sight traces the soul's flow. Sound A sighing symphony thrums in the grass, And birds croon their nightime requiem— Wind dissolves to a sighing minstrel's song, The river's pulse falls, soars, and swells— With every ripple, a true voice tells— Remember, pitch lets us feel—loudness dwells. Smell Café hallway emits the scent of roasted beans. Velvet bitterness, and draft of warm balm. A panacea for weary spirits. Bearing salt sobs from ocean's eternal call. Scents rouse the soul from dormant sleep— Remember, scent rouses souvenirs from ash. Touch Wooden tables rough with mercurial grain, Stone stairs under roving hand—lost in touch, Wind, a feathered touch soft as a bird's wing, Pressing, melting, morphing against skin. Clearer than words, touch conveys fact— Remember, touch and grace nurture men's mood Taste Cappuccino foam, pure alabaster gleam, An astringent elixir dissolves into sweetness. Rhythmic throb of each tongue's caress A perpetual delight, a lament for oblivion. Each sip recalls summer's golden light— Remember, taste maps food and drains. Spirit All senses join in a nexus of now. Knitted with time, bursting with life's vow. No lack here, no abyss, no plough— Spirit fulfills yin and yang—limitless sky. Only abundance of presence here, The ardor of being, the breathing flame— Remember that soul transcends name.
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