<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=422705" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Eight senses</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(poetry in progress) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the world starts out<br>with a consciousness<br>half a consciousness<br>then one consciousness<br>then they morph with one sense, <br>ask the mountain<br>they stand and stand until the<br>volcanoes start to throw them out</div><div style="margin:10px 0">then two senses, ask the trees<br>and the shrubs criss crossing<br>with your paths in the field<br>they stand and stand, take<br>the sunshine and make green<br>a colour for continuous evolution<br>their only shortcoming is their <br>two sense world, they stand and stand<br>a state of being, a state of living<br>and that's all</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the three senses, the four senses<br>and the five senses, the human beings<br>they cry to God to let them<br>have eternal life<br>but what ever that's for<br>without the sixth, seventh, or eight sense<br>unveiled to them</div><div style="margin:10px 0">sixth, the sense to connect the past<br>with the future <br>the seventh, the sense to connect<br>the future with the million of consciousness<br>clarmouring for the eight senses<br>to be with the ultimate, the Om, <br>the Divine where all senses <br>come together with one Supreme <br>consciousnes, amalgamation of<br>senses where knowledge springs forth</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Tiong+Chunghoo">John Tiong Chunghoo</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=422705" data-title="Eight senses de John Tiong Chunghoo" data-description="(poetry in progress) the world starts out with a consciousness half a consciousness then one consciousness then they morph with one sense, ask the mountain they stand and stand until the volcanoes start to throw them out then two senses, ask t..."></div> </div> </div>

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