we see, yet with a blind eye we justify our idea of what the present reality must be. we hear, yet with our cognition, we transmute the meaning into one of own. we feel, yet will dull senses we grasp at all we can feel in the shortest amount of time. we smell, yet we discern the natural from unnatural and say that one is better than the other. we taste, yet we disdain all that we do not understand. we say that I do not like this yet we have yet to move into the light of understanding. just see that I am pure, just hear my words of love, just feel, the moment of bliss, just smell, the scent of millennia, just taste, your own essence on my lips. who has come, has also gone, and in the midst of this coming and going is a place that neither knows now, past or future. be and all there is becomes all that ever has become.