Roses

I wish I could share with the smell of these roses. Along with the smell of the honeysuckle along the trail. I wish I could share with you the feel of the wind and the speed experienced on a bike. The path sometimes paved sometimes dirt and gravel. The sound of the cardinals, the woodpeckers etc. But here are some pictures of roses, to the left to the right front and behind. All over. I thought of the balance of nature and humankind. How one is not as happy without the other. The people and their minds always working caught in there own little world almost like holding their breath lest the world inside just crumbles into nothingness. And why shouldn't it crumble?
When one experiences this outer world, the gift of nature, one sees the folly of ones thoughts which ultimately are there only to entertain us  with a sense of ego. When nature is in your life, you are not your thoughts; you are part of nature itself. Its almost like coming home and exhaling. Exhaling all that pent up tension of trying to hold it all together.  This wonder of living organisms which do not ask for anything other than to experience them thru the senses keeps me sane. For this reason alone I know that my senses are my friends not to be overcome like some unbearable inheritance for having been born in a body. Ones body is meant to have these experiences.

For what is common sense- besides having all the senses be in accord and at peace and harmony with each other? 

How else are we to know right from wrong?  Its a body thing. The mind merely registers the feelings of this thing called commonsense. Imagine a world devoid of the outer police men the institutions put in place to keep us humans in our place?  Nature and our acknowledgment of our place in it, not above not below, just at one in harmony and in unison. Go out in nature Lose yourself in it. And in the process, find yourself. Your peace, your God, your mother, your best friend.