Touching Truth...

My fingers trace

unspoken words

a book in braille

a Tibetan prayer wheel

so many etchings on a wall

that speaks of truth

and beauty

without sound.

Feeling with the tips

of my fingers

what I cannot see.

What I will never hear.

Songs on the wind that

I feel with my face

as lyrics whoosh by

in gusts of melodies

unheard -

But music can be felt!

The vibrations that

speak to me in ways

no one else can.

The sun whispers secrets

I will never hear - but

I feel the warmth enough

to know it's a nice day

outside, in a silent

world vibing only for

those of us in tune

to the cosmic truth

written and composed

for the blind and deaf,

the special ones

who can touch the truth.

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Thanks for reading! - Sam