Eight Senses

(poetry in progress) the world starts out with a consciousness half a consciousness then one consciousness then they morph with one sense, ask the mountain they stand and stand until the volcanoes start to throw them out then two senses, ask the trees and the shrubs criss crossing with your paths in the field they stand and stand, take the sunshine and make green a colour for continuous evolution their only shortcoming is their two sense world, they stand and stand a state of being, a state of living and that's all the three senses, the four senses and the five senses, the human beings they cry to God to let them have eternal life but what ever that's for without the sixth, seventh, or eight sense unveiled to them sixth, the sense to connect the past with the future the seventh, the sense to connect the future with the million of consciousness clarmouring for the eight senses to be with the ultimate, the Om, the Divine where all senses come together with one Supreme consciousnes, amalgamation of senses where knowledge springs forth