Michael Munas (michaelboy) wrote,
Michael Munas
michaelboy

Beyond Cavil

Sometimes at the office, as if I am sightless, I’ll close my eyes and walk the long hallway back from the restroom. Relying on and navigating with the remaining senses is tenuous but it reminds me of how easy it is to blind ourselves. I like to imagine there is something beyond our five senses which is discoverable, and that it lies in the ending of one dream or another.

O the joy of my soul leaning pois'd on itself, receiving identity
through materials and loving them, observing characters
and absorbing them,
My soul vibrated back to me from them, from sight, hearing, touch,
reason, articulation, comparison, memory, and the like,
The real life of my senses and flesh transcending my senses and flesh,
My body done with materials, my sight done with my material eyes,
Proved to me this day beyond cavil that it is not my material eyes
which finally see,
Nor my material body which finally loves, walks, laughs, shouts,
embraces, procreates

~ From: “A Song of Joys”, Walt Whitman


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