The evening sun frames on the dusty surfaces of my windows The light from the computer interfering with rays of the nature I think about the human and it's senses and functions. What level we operate from And observe right now an old recollection: Feelings ........... The teachers ..... Sences deeply in my heart The string that connects us Astral senses ............... human senses Sometimes a useless feature in my body My consciousness calls for something completely different than my soul I'm so keen on my the work on this beautiful planet As I have imposed myself - Must be completed No...