Love’s Hands

Love’s Hands

I.

The roaring of

heart

beat

thumping

surging.

Head through chest,

finger tips to toes,

vibrating

shaking me

awake.

Am I ok?

to be this awake?

to feel this much?

to be this connected

this woven

with creation?

II.

Be alive!

calls Forth,

filling me, through the

bigness,

in the midst of,

trembling,

a cacophony,

vibrations

announcing

We!

are!

Here!

III.

I see Their hands,

so wide, so wide…

holding All.

Within those hands,

living as those hands,

offering

all the space

to throb,

to Live,

to die,

to Be.

Hands holding tight enough

to know

I’m gotten.

Loose enough to remind me

of will’s antics.

III.

I collapse, and

They catch my yielding,

as I re-member.

Their hands hold,

and pulse

and birth,

always expanding,

and so I must too.

Always.

IV.

where I am?

who am I?

squirming,

rebirthing,

reorienting,

re-creating.

What a glorious agreement,

creation and I.

No matter how far

Their hands are from me,

they are never

not,

Here.

We are never

not,

Here.

Artist: phoenixrisingart.org