The bells of sense

Touch,
A baby’s touch pure like silver,
Silver bells that sparkle smooth and cold against you.
New to someone with no experience falling through the hand like water.
Hear,
Listen to the bells every step you take reminding you they’re there,
Like wind chimes outside the door.
See,
See the light,
The piercing light as you move,
Sun reflecting off the tiny metal bells.
Smell,
The smell of incense burning and smoke swirling around your feet,
And around the little hanging bells
The smell of the occasion of family.
Taste,
Wear it to the feast, feast on the occasion,
Feast on the joy.
Why are these bells, hanging on the chain, so special?
Look, hear, see, smell, taste, as you sense it, love it.