67. Feeling’s Gone

My hands they are there,

Every finger I see.

Each finger can move,

To a thought’s plea.

But is what we perceive unvarnished reality?

If reality is purely perception.

If moved a finger not.

Shall I see the hand as false,

When feeling is not sought.

When feeling is all gone,

What truth or real have I got?

K. Aldaya, 8/1/04