The Garden of Five Senses
I looked within and
Found the Observer
Looking for the Experiencer.
The Receiver sat dejected
In a corner, pointing his
Finger at the Doer who
Looked clueless, but
Proud.
I thought I’d go deeper but,
The path would get steeper,
So steep I couldn’t keep up.
Distractions it said on
The fenced wall that
I jumped, and
Bruised my knees, over
And over, over and
Over again for years.
Another wall that came
My way said Biases,
Another said Preferences,
Another said Lovers, and
Another said Memories.
Scratched and
Battle weary, I
Gave up trying to
Jump walls to
Stop Ourselves from
Hurting Us,
Until one day the
Walls collapsed
On their own, and I
Could walk further.
The Garden of Five Senses
Was serene, perfect in
Harmony without a tug
In any way.
Immediately, I walked, not
In a hurry, but in a knowing
Manner to the Breathing
Valves Station and turned
Knobs to a frequency where
The Observer, Experiencer,
Doer and Receiver could
All be One.
I knew from all
The years of fighting that
This would be the
Place for me.
Deep in the woods I’ve
Built my home, a
Quiet wooden hut with
Glass windows by the
River. Every Morning I
Walk to the Breathing
Valves Station to start
My day with a cup of tea,
And fine-tune the frequency.