The Real Experience Poem by Etienne Charilaou

I can only be where I am
I can only see what is before my eyes
I can only feel the wind and sun
upon my skin when it is windy or sunny or both,
or feel the rain, or feel pain.
I can only smell the scents that are in the air
I can only hear the sounds that come to my ears
I can only taste that which my tongue traverses.
I can only think the thoughts that I am thinking now.

So much for the 5 senses and the mind.
All our experience in these we find
but one.