The sounds: tree frogs and crickets.
The smell: the breath of a humid forest.
The sights: silhouettes of trees against the darkness, a light at the end of the tunnel.
The touch: ambient, I feel the same as things feel upon me, like I belong here.
The taste: clean, pure, no ashes from rising (again).
The experience stays with me as I return home: calm, room temperature and collected.
A Patient Voice 
Great read
both the piece before and this
Simply and to the point
Just the way I like it
Thank you for your comments
On my poem that Tony show case
See you on the other side of creativity
Sheldon
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It feels so good, Harlon. You capture the essence of a mind, body, and soul…connected and at peace. This feeling is the best feeling ♡♡
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I hope the feeling and all the wonderful senses stay with you for a long time. Calm, room temperature and collected. 🙂 🙂
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I think this line comes from a Beastie Boys song “I am illing to be chilling”. I think I am ready now to be garnished and presented on a platter (a platter of LOVE!) 🙂 More love, Harlon
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I agree Derrick, it was really invigorating having them all fired up and connected. This is what living and feeling alive is all about. I appreciate you dropping by. Enjoy, Harlon
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Good to experience with all senses
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