Of Sensations

of sensations - and all played within or against the

field of my allowance. 

nothing is apart from me

a flowers scent belongs no less to me than the petals of its release or the air in which it lingers - and too I am home to the winds caress and its every sigh and whisper. 

there is nothing that is not meant for

my reception 

and each sensation tells me this is so

~

Peace,

Eric