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What Are Our Senses For

What are our senses meant to be? Certainly, more than they appear. Not just to feel, to taste, to see, To smell and let us voices hear. Not physical reality. But abstract substances of life. A knowing without certainty, The growth from overcoming strife. To enhance awareness from birth, To engage with all creation. To interact while here on Earth, To prevent death from stagnation. Every physical thing must change, Without change all living will die. Don’t think of death, just rearrange, And follow the truth, not the lie. Into form, out of form, it’s true. We need not die, just change our state. From body to spirit will do. Believe it or not, it’s our fate.

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David Fisher

Date: 8/23/2023 5:07:00 PM

Such a great poem Bill, and am impressed and amazed at how you make it look like the best word at the end of each line is the fitting rhyme. That's talent!

Bill Baker
Date: 8/24/2023 4:11:00 PM

Thank you, my friend, for being so kind with your comments. You are certainly an encouragement to me. Have a great week! Bill

Lisa Ricci

Date: 8/23/2023 5:29:00 AM

Good Morning Bill. Hi. Interesting thought and concept but also true. Our spirit and being never really dies because we live on but in a different capacity but when our shell does it is devastating. Thus may we all walk and live with beautiful footprints. Thank you for sharing. Have a wonderful morning and day. Peace and Blessings now and always. (smile)

Bill Baker
Date: 8/23/2023 8:50:00 AM

Nice to see you this morning, Lisa. Your comments are always heartwarming. Have a peaceful day and enjoy your blessings, my dear friend. Hugs, Bill

Jerry Brotherton

Date: 8/22/2023 1:40:00 PM

A new favorite poem for me. What a powerful line in your third stanza...'To engage with all creation'.

Bill Baker
Date: 8/22/2023 4:46:00 PM

To engage with all creation is one of the reasons we are here, my friend. Thanks for the mindful comment and the FAV. Yeah! I be reading and commenting in the next couple of days, Jerry. A poet friend in Texas, Bill

M. L. Kiser

Date: 8/22/2023 12:17:00 PM

Beautifully worded of the senses; they get us through so much.

Bill Baker
Date: 8/22/2023 4:48:00 PM

I agree, M.L. without them we would resemble rocks. lol Thanks for your visits to my poetry, my friend. May peace in life be upon you, Bill

Speaks Volumes

Date: 8/22/2023 10:23:00 AM

I one read that when we die, we haven't been buried ....We have been re-planted. Our senses send messages to our brain, then it gets delivered it to our heart. Your poem is brilliant Bill. So thought provoking and wise. Best wishes from SV

Bill Baker
Date: 8/22/2023 4:49:00 PM

Your comments are encouraging to me, SV. Thanks for the visits and comments. Smiles ~ Blessings Bill

Victor Buhagiar

Date: 8/22/2023 1:29:00 AM

Flow the truth not the lie. Brilliant observation.

Bill Baker
Date: 8/22/2023 4:51:00 PM

The only way to be pleasing before God our creator. Thanks for the visit and comments, Victor. Nice to see you back, my friend. Bill

Unseeking Seeker

Date: 8/21/2023 11:42:00 PM

True. The external polarity of senses are active, the internal polarity is dormant. Silence awakens it.

Bill Baker
Date: 8/22/2023 4:44:00 PM

Amen to your comment, US. Your meaningful comments are encouraging to me, my friend. Write On! Bill