Her senses scatter out of control
through time, doubting her
self worth and well being.
She is not here...nor there.
She is a shattered fragment.

She hides her inner turmoil
with quick laughter and smiles,
but her well-being is on hold.
She is an empty shell.
She is not.

Exploring her emotions, she lightly
brushed her finger over cool skin
and lingered above her cheek bone.
She is here.for the moment.
She is sensing touch.

Opening her eyes, she is
astounded by the brilliant
colors that paint her landscape.
She is here...for the moment.
Absorbing sight.

Light tapping on the roof drew her
outside to listen to splattering of
rain drops dancing on the roof top.
She is here...for the moment.
She is hearing.

Inhaling the fresh damp air, she
is reminded of sweet jasmine
and flowers in full bloom.
She is here.for the moment.
She is smelling.

Lifting her face to the open sky,
she opens her mouth to smile,
and drops of rain tease her tongue.
She is here...for the moment.
She is tasting.

As she gathered these moments,
she realizes she is touching, seeing
listening, smelling and tasting.
She has awakened her senses.
She is BEING.

08/02/2009