Mapping Senses.

I should complain.


The limitations in the list of senses reported on our physiological profile and taught to kids in school books is false. Yet they grow with this believe and corresponding handicap.


Why do we conform to a mediocre appreciation about or sensibility that leaves aside the best part of our human condition: The possibility to be in touch with our soul, the conviction of belonging together with the rest of the creation.


We are much more than sight, taste, touch, hearing and smell.


These are but secondary senses which connect us to the outside world but what about our inner existence, our thoughts, feelings dreams.


Become acquainted ! Celebrate

What about my sense of belonging?


Your sense of balance….!


Our common sense.


I dream of lavender


Ends of my fingertips turning into beginnings of each delicate flower, for every atom belonging to my hand, as good belongs to her steams.


Equal perfection


The narrowest hinge in my hand defeating any electronic chip.


My sense of wonder about the lavender pollen surpassing any obstacle to enter the stigma. My dream about this encounter is miracle.

I am not trapped in the perception of the outside world but I am engaged within my surroundings. The neighborhood, our house all these immediate realities are deeply rooted in my conscious.


I belong with the bare landscape before me.


I am cradled by the yard’s fence, secure, still dreaming of lavender.


The chimes clinging from the branch awake me. Once awake I change my mind. I will not complain. The scent of desert rain brings me into ecstasies.