No Ears, Eyes, or Noses, or bodies if it be said, yet the think will give you freedom.
Do you not realise that if you think the essence of the most beautiful flower, that the feelings will be there in your thoughts, and those thoughts will be better than the actual flower as your think will have made it perfect, this goes for all the things we have on this physical plain.
Love is unconditional and your freedom is absolute, go well young Bard and grieve not for those senses as they will be in perfection when you come to think of them,
Yours Ian. T

Probably early in the new year Ian.T will close the account with Neopoet.
I have journeyed through many ways with the poets here and supported them.
There are changes that I have to make in the things I do, there is much writing I have to do for others, and the time spent on Neo will only cut that down, and as you know we are only here for an allotted spell.
There are many places on the net where we can talk and you can see my ways, not that I can see yours.
I think that you will always be just Loved, the young Bard who can write as the mood takes the poetic ways of another's sojourn.
I hope that you are in London soon it is a lovely old city that heaves and sighs the growth and demise of a once great Nation, that only knew it was great because it controlled many people.
This control though wrong, did stop many battles, though equality was not its standard, someone had to do it to evolve the world.
One day they will find a replacement but in a much differing attitude, I hope it is one that everyone can follow, if only we could rid the world of greed, but that is for another Earth.
Take care young one and I will talk later,
Yours Ian.T