Someone once asked me where my inspiration to write came from. This poem was my attempt at explaining....
Cast your eyes up to the sky
Throw your soul up to the heavens
Then perchance you may feel the elation
That is called the “seventh sense”.
An undefinable source of happiness
An indescribable sensation of freedom
All encompassing, ever-enduring,
Yet never binding.
Think not of it as a mere emotion
Nor an intensified reflection
It’s depth & scope are immeasurable
By the faculties we are endowed with.
Seek not the “seventh sense”
For if sought it will elude you
Seek not to possess this sense
For it will not tolerate ownership.
An open soul is the doorway it seeks
By which it can enter humankind
Only in a soul void of mortal fears
Can its purity & serenity be occupied.
Once it’s presence is experienced
The “seventh sense” justifies its existence
By illuminating to the possessor
It’s eternal, euphoric, undefinable being.