Oh, the senses we know, there are five, maybe more,
But the sages have said there’s a truth to explore.
The Bhagavad Gita whispers it clear
We are much more than what we can hear.
Sight, sound, and touch, the material play,
They bind us to Maya, the illusion of day.
Taste and smell, too, are fleeting and small,
But beyond them all lies the Self, standing tall.
The mind may deceive, the senses may stray,
Yet the Atman within knows the eternal way.
It’s not in the objects we grasp or we see,
But in the deep stillness where we truly are free.
For within us there shines a light of pure bliss,
Untouched by the world, unshaken by this.
It’s the soul that is timeless, unchanging, and bright,
Beyond all sensations, beyond day and night.
The senses are windows, but you are the sky,
Endless, eternal, where all truths lie.
Detach from the surface, let go of the game,
For karma and actions are never your name.
So while we live in this world, as Krishna would say,
Don’t be swayed by the senses that lead you astray.
Go inward, find balance, and let the mind rest,
For the Self is the source, the eternal and blessed.
Remember, dear soul, you are vast, you are free,
Not just these five senses, you are infinity.
Step beyond what is seen, what is heard, what is told,
And discover your spirit, your essence, your gold.
