The Cosmos in 3-D

I have Five Senses
for which to observe
the likeness of things
the heavens the earth

but clamoring inside me
the sense that must be
many more things
than with eye can be seen

or ear to be heard
or touch to embrace
or smell to suss out
the shape nor with taste

these things that I know must be
... upon me so near
cannot be known with these

so what is the cosmos?
what is it friend
that we clunk about clumsily
until our end

it is to be found outside of the self
the temple of God
the Spirit behold!
need not scores of fingers
or ear to be told

but to be known
the darkness that settles upon each self
brings forth His legions
back into to Light

stave off thine hands
cover thine ears
close thine eyes
and silence thine tongue
listen, touch, taste
see and hear through the One

And you will know too
what distracts as we roam
tripping up needlessly
along the Pilgrim's Road Home

The Cosmos gives way
like beach unto sea
to Heavens Gate!
The Soul longs to be

Where all senses sense
And all shapes announce
what they are
what they are not

Neither seasons, nor distance
nor shadows exist
But Summer and closeness
and shade do persist

It is Jupiter's realm
that we must
to a man
renounce

in order to know
what, where, when
within which we exist.