That delicate artistry
On my retina painted:
Transferred by nerve,
Transformed by mind,
Transfixing me.
This febrile impulse
Translated to a feeling.

Those intricate harmonies
To my ears unleashed:
Transferred by nerve,
Transformed by mind,
Transfixing me.
This febrile impulse
Translated to a feeling.

These sensuous smells
Wafted to my nose:
Transferred by nerve,
Transformed by nerve,
Transformed by mind
Transfixing me.
This febrile impulse
Translated to a feeling.

The tastes of life
Unto my tongue absorbed:
And what is nerve?
Which transfers taste;
And what is mind?
Which transforms impulse;
And what is Feeling,
Which is felt by me?
And what is Me?