Five
senses of bliss
Within,
ever present, never dimmed,
sound songs of eternity
which heard in outward echo are
bird calls, sea swell, and the beauty
of music in our beloved's voice.
Within, ever present, never dimmed
shines the light of creation,
which is mirrored in flashing eyes
of man and beast, and in flames,
in shafts of sunlight. Within are tastes,
sweeter than morning honey,
of purest love, the satisfaction of bliss.
Within are fragrances which find
counterparts in evening blossoms
attracting as sweetly as mother's breast,
to which, as adults,
we return in stillness of night,
in imagination, to find a warmth
which has never been lost.
Within is the softness, the homecoming
for which we need not yearn,
for the way forward is the return
Misha
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