TOUCH

Mist & Sun Rays (C) Geoff Hall, 2021.

(Consciousness has no subject or object)

To touch Shula’s skin, was like a homecoming.

To touch Shula’s soul, was like seeing a shooting-star.

filling the sky, that showered us

with star-dust from our Origin,

reminding us…

(Ah!)

The touch of sand melting around our feet, felt

like the Earth was welcoming us; refusing

the harshness of soil mixed with stones.

(Ah!)

The touch of bliss; the terrestrial caress, easing

the strain of being

a tellurian walker.

A touch that makes the heart swoon,

or of knowing, you are loved.

(Ah!)

The touch of manicured grass on bare feet,

makes me believe that in life there are graces,

rich,

that were not felt on the concrete floors

of our torture cells.

Shula told me, that as a writer I should touch

the soul of the reader,

before I touched their minds.

(Ah!)

(The Divine has no subject or object. The line drawn here, is obvious to those who are awake, reborn, touched by Spirit)

And then…

(Ah!)

Jack Stanza