{"id":1178,"date":"2019-10-23T00:34:01","date_gmt":"2019-10-23T00:34:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wordpress.talesfromthelake.org\/?p=1178"},"modified":"2026-03-19T22:33:42","modified_gmt":"2026-03-19T22:33:42","slug":"i-sense-my-senses","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wordpress.talesfromthelake.org\/index.php\/2019\/10\/23\/i-sense-my-senses\/","title":{"rendered":"I Sense My Senses"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Glimpsing, glancing, looking, staring<\/p>\n

Seeing out of focus<\/p>\n

Hearing, listening, noises pounding<\/p>\n

Sound so loud I cannot hear it<\/p>\n

Feeling, soft against my skin<\/p>\n

Hair on ends with prickly startling<\/p>\n

Sweetness, wetness on my lips<\/p>\n

Tasting bitter lasting findings<\/p>\n

Smells that carry me away<\/p>\n

And tickle me into sneezing<\/p>\n

What is all about us<\/p>\n

Sounds, sights, smells, feels<\/p>\n

A tasty treat?<\/p>\n

An unheeded warning<\/p>\n

An invitation, a temptation<\/p>\n

Resist or not, it\u2019s your undoing<\/p>\n

Your choice to live while gently parting<\/p>\n

So listen loudly, stare and glisten<\/p>\n

Taste all the sounds, feel all the warnings<\/p>\n

It is the essence that counts<\/p>\n

That tells us all we need to know<\/p>\n

As we move on.<\/p>\n

By Janet M. Ocasio\u00a0\u00a0 April, 2019<\/p>\n

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