On brilliant wings,
I sense your soul approaching,
as shards of glass
it rips through hidden veil,
renders all around
to shattered darkness,
blinding all, though
inner eyes prevail.
Tag: sensing
Kinaesthetic Experience
I cannot touch your body,
So tactile sense is out,
But, visual, auditory,
Let’s me reach and feel about.
Kinaesthetic reaching
And learning, not a chore,
A means of understanding,
The modern and folklore.
A touch, a taste, some sight and sound
And a smell would work just fine.
I’ve found all this in savouring
A glass of reddest wine.
Tasting of exquisite fruit,
Aromatic gurgled flow,
The deepest, darkest damson ripe,
Lifted delicately, just so.
It works for almost everything,
Try it and you’ll see.
Learning, truly learning,
Begins by sensing all we be.
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