Wednesday, 2 August 2017


WHEN FINGERS SPEAK

Sitting in adoration for each other
your hand reaches for mine...

In the silence of presence
we greet one another
with a warm smile...

Just to quietly confirm
this heart melting beauty.

And worldlessly express
a sacred sense of belonging.

Ineffable understanding...
a kind of sameness that
knows itself...as itself...

Space is infused with tranquility
as this play of fingers continues.

When meeting of two souls
results in dissolution into grace.

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