Senses

The wind blows across my skin but it does not warm me. I feel it as it brings my senses yo life, but it is just on the surface. I smell the flowers and my nasal passages enjoy the aromas, yet it does not enlighten my inner self. I hear the music of nature; however my ears cannot transmit the melody beyond my middle ears. I need something else; something that reaches me on a different level. My inner soul craves contact. My deepest senses are starving and yet I lack fodder for them. So I sit and I contemplate. My mind slowly clears itself and my thoughts pass from me and then I rise again, renewed.