Life is the feel of things.
Fingertips that can trace a satin sheet.
The feel of a cool breeze upon the face.
The feeling of cold from snow or sleet;
Or summer warmth, from the bright sun's rays:
The sun, that bathes the earth in light, with a giving blaze.
The feel of holding a loved one's hand.
The feel of touching a loved one's face.
The feel of life as unspeakable beauty,
Wonder, magic, and miraculous grace.
Life, where the magical self can feel, and have a place.

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Life is the smell of things.
From the first scent of the first seen unfolding rose,
Or honeysuckle, jasmine, or any and every flower,
Blossom and bloom.
Fresh-cut grass; the smell of earth after rain.
The fragrance of clover, lying in a field.
The smell of a lover's hair,
Or the scent of skin.
The smell of the bindings and pages of well-read books.
The smell of a loving mother's kitchen, as she cooks.
The aroma of coffee, or the smell of baking bread.
The smells of life can bring up memories from days in years long fled.

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Life is the sight of things.
The grand glory of a sunset or of a sunrise.
The bright magic of a black-bordered, shining full moon.
The soul-stirring, beckoning mystery of the night-sky's deep-set stars.
Wonderful sights fill our wondrous brains, through our living eyes.
Works of human art sublime, and works of nature stupendous.
A world of many worlds of sights surround us.
And most splendid of all is the spectacle of ordinary life.
The sight of a small child running in joy at play.
The vision of loveliness that is romantic love's delight.
And the living eyes of all our loved ones that show life's light.

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Life is the sound of things.
Birdsong and insect-hums and splashing falls.
A loving mother's lullaby, entrusted in memory's deep heart.
All the songs and music of the years.
The welcome-home happy barking of a faithful loving dog.
A good speaker's sculpted modulating of heart-written words of poetry.
The sound of a lover's voice saying words of love,
Or saying anything at all, magically magnifying mortal life's worth.
The sound of the laughter of a little girl or of a little boy,
Where the magic of our great gift of life sounds out in perfect joy.
The sound of the voice of a lifetime's very best, most precious friend:
Deepest love--friends truly together in heart--feeling life will never end.

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Life is the taste of things.
Snowflakes melting on your tongue.
Honey stirred in tea.
Rich, strong coffee.
The sweet kisses of love.
The taste of grains and grapes, of berries and pineapples,
Of peaches, oranges, apples, of strawberries,
And all such blessings of the bounty we may taste.
But time is fleeting, so we would better make haste.
Our life's time is slipping, which we should not waste.

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Life is the feel of things, the smell of things,
The sight of things, the sound of things,
And the taste of things.
Life is all the senses of all things; and life has wings,
For all of us--we, who are made of stardust sprinkled from above.
So the time is now--or never--to love life, to live life, and to love.

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Written by Michael LP, aka MLP
aka PoetWithCancer, aka PWC, aka Mr. Poet.
In honor and in memory of my lifetime's very best friend--
Who often said to me: "You're the best friend I ever had!" --
The most treasured words I ever heard in all my life, now to recall.
My best friend Brian--the brother of my soul--friend of my heart--
We were--and we are--truest brothers and closest friends,
In heart and spirit and soul and mind.  We were two peas in a pod.
Give this good man, my precious friend, new good life, I pray You, God!
My bestest friend--
Precious Brian.
In treasured memory and deep friendship-love, for Brian.
Completed on Friday, February 11, 2011  3:17 pm PST
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