Did the pin prick to your finger
Cause your blood to flow?
Did not your body’s intelligence
Send a message of pain?
Is the pain, although invisible,
Less than a reality?

Did you smell the water-laden fir trees
Leaning on the fence at Christmastime?
Does the aroma not linger
In your senses?
Is the scent, although invisible,
Less than a reality?

Did you hear the music play?
Where has it gone?
Does it still play in your memory,
In the orchestra of your mind?
Is the music, although invisible,
Less than a reality?

Did you taste the exotic mango,
Luscious, succulent, rich, juicy?
Does not the bounty of
Nature’s imagination excite you?
Is the flavor, although invisible,
Less than a reality?

Did you see the rainbow
Stretch across watery skies,
Shimmering radiance in its
Arc of fleeting beauty?
Is the sight, although gone,
Less than a reality?

Does not the artist’s brush capture a scene
In an explosion of color,
Forming lines that are an illusion,
The boundary where colors meet?
Is the artist’s impression
Less than a reality?

Is not the artist’s portrait
A manifestation of perception?
A physical expression
Of an experience of the five senses?
Is the representation
Less than a reality?

Does not everything begin as a thought?
Then thoughts are things.
Man is the man-ifestation
Of God’s thought.
Is man, quite visible,
Less than a reality?

In my image and likeness
I live and breathe with every breath,
I receive thoughts in my conscious,
Subconscious and superconscious mind.
Is my I AM Presence, although invisible,
Less than a reality?