See, hear, taste, smell, touch and what do ya got?
The tangible sense essence to survive,
without which wherewithal to live is naught,
yes, these five, no doubt, help us stay alive.
Beyond sensational gift to exist
however, and past the erroneous
translation that thought and feeling enlist,
lives an inborn gift of mind beauteous.
Hidden in noise, transparent in silence,
a breathless, wordless skill to realize
depthless dimension of momentís essence,
yawns in the mind with luminous sunrise.
The sixth is the prosaic fiveís sly kin,
in whose dawn unknown marvels do begin.