Touch

Touch, too oft' the missing element
in this world where mind becomes
a power - to what detriment…?
as faster, faster, life will run

right through our hands
no matter spirit's reprimands
and I wonder what we run from
or to what end we'll come

or must this pain explode within our being
before the soul finds entrance, finally freeing
hearts to beat in sync with all that is
the stars, the moon, the earth and even this

this universal feeling of desire
that feeds and sparks the inner fire
of love
and gentle now, we touch
while this sensation means so much

for with a touch, we flow
and our patterns live and grow
intermeshing destiny
with all reality

while this slow and growing sensitivity
will reach to touch our soul's infinity…

? Michaelette ?

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