Making Sense(s) of it All

To see spellbound a sunset in shadows cast on a sunless day
To hear ocean waves echoing through the hollow of a pocketed treasure
To smell detritus and become overwhelmed with the beauty of life
To taste manna flowing freely through throatís caverns
To touch the hand of the outcast and feel God reaching back
To embody love so profoundly that these senses become limbs for the journey.  
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