How do we get to know any place, with our eyes, ears, nose, hands, feet and mouth?

I think with my eyes and ears
And with my hands and feet
And with my nose and mouth.
Thinking of a flower is to see and smell it
And eating a fruit is to know it’s meaning.

So when on a hot day
I feel too sad to enjoy it so much,
And I lie down in the long grass,
And I close my warm eyes,
Feeling my entire body lying in this reality,
I know the truth and I am happy.

— Alberto Caeiro, I am Keeper of Flocks