Senses…
I smell with my ears
I taste with my eyes
I see with my hands
I touch with my tongue
I hear with my nose
I know
I am in my senses now.
( Poem : Kabir das < location : Kodaikanal, a small hill town near Madurai, Tamil nadu, South India )
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sriramjanak
Travel to be in the wilds....with an eye for elephants...Iam in search of self..& sometimes I DO find meaning ..." like snow , one has to wash oneself of one's own self..." ..to explore one's own end..and I prefer to be an unseen silent observer..... Nature I believe.. speaks when you are silent ..and is silent when you speak...
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