5 senses

Mon, 01/09/2017 - 23:48 -- siddni

Take dramatic looks around you.

Are there people breathing in air?

one sip at a time?

Are there people gazing across a nicely paved road?

or looking around a yellow filled meadow?

Do you see animals?

 

Animals breathing air,

breathing air coming from an enormous oak tree,

or a small simple little cherry blossom erupting from the ground.

You, breathing the same air.

You, seeing, hearing, using senses that were gifted to you,

senses that you don’t notice you use in everyday life.

 

Senses of life, the 5 main senses that almost seem to give off life.

You are alive.

You are living.

You can dance in the wind or the rain on a stormy horrendous night,

and if you choose to have no fear on that night,

you can do it again on another night if you wanted,

because you, are alive.

 

You can feel the rain freckle its way onto your skin.

You can feel the wind give you a slight shiver as you dance.

You can swim in rough waters,

and mentally swim through rough waters as well.

You are alive, yet you fear.

You fear things in life, are you living life?

 

Being afraid of something is one thing,

but being afraid of doing something that could get in the way of you living your life

completely and adventurously,

is another.

Is it living life to the fullest extent?

 

Are you living life,

or are you waiting for the clock to move forward

more and more, day after day, until the days turn dark,

until the days are never light again? I

f you fast forward that time,

you won’t even realize it, you won’t even notice,

but your life would be lived for you.

Life, only realized by some, is a sensational thing.

 

You are breathing,

breathing in and out air,

sounding like a fast or slow wind on a cold night or a breezy morning.

You go through the motions of everyday life

breathing in the air from the green or yellow trees

depending on the season life has for you.

Seeing the red roses that seem almost painted a vibrant crimson.

 

Touching those crimson red roses

loving the feeling of the soft petals on your fingers.

Hearing a family laughing louder than hyenas across the way.

Feeling a warm blanket wrap yourself up on a winter morning.

 

Tasting the food that you were too afraid to try,

but ended up enjoying the brilliant taste trickling across your taste buds.

Smelling beautiful intense scents,

smelling the bad scents.

 

There is bad.

being afraid of it, is a waste of time.

Do not fast forward the clock.

Live, see, taste, smell, hear, touch and be.

 

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