From the silent depths of the fathomless void,
love calls out to itself, and love answers
in these shining forms of you and I.
Without fear or hesitation
we wander into the innermost chorus
of this love call, answering with our whole being,
and lose ourselves so completely in such communion
that our twining presence becomes a beacon to all hearts.
The pure radiance of this bliss-permeated transformation
is the gracious boon of an exquisite remembrance
transmitted in our every touch, the joyous way
we weave the Love we are into the robes
we wear at our homecoming in light.
It is the clarity of touch itself,
a touch without subject or object,
but only this touching, touching.
This is for everyone — whether in mind,
body, heart, or soul — every being
feels this intimate touch.
Everybody is this touching, the perfect satisfaction
of the Heart’s outstretched hand, caressing itself
from the pure silence of its primordial source
into Life, Gratitude, Godhood, Yes.
And now, spiraling out to us in a primal urge
to feel its own pulse, to circle its own zero
and know itself as the touch that grants
the galaxies light, this Love, irresistible,
lifts and shifts us fearlessly into each other
like lyrically blending echoes, vanishing
in a singing transparency of air.
What yet remains transmits
the exquisite yes-ness of our union
through the gentle touch of a loving hand,
the ancient mudra of happiness itself, clearlight
radiating in every direction and filling our hearts
with the mysterious power of euphoric dissolution –
beyond anything with name or form,
beyond these transient memories of two,
beyond any known or wished for thing,
beyond even the softest  whisper,
or even, at last, a touch . . .

About Bob OHearn

My name is Bob O'Hearn, and I live with my Beloved Mate, Mazie, in the foothills of the Northern California Sierra Nevada Mountains. I have a number of blog sites you may enjoy: Photo Gallery: Essays on the Conscious Process: Compiled Poetry and Prosetry: Verses and ramblings on life as it is: Verses and Variations on the Investigation of Mind Nature: Verses on the Play of Consciousness: Poetic Fiction, Fable, Fantabulation: Poems of the Mountain Hermit: Love Poems from The Book of Yes: Autobiographical Fragments, Memories, Stories, and Tall Tales: Ancient and modern spiritual texts, creatively refreshed: Writings from selected Western Mystics, Classic and Modern: Wisdom of a Spirit Guide: Thank You!
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3 Responses to Touch

  1. Sky McCain says:

    Precious. I think we agree: Love isn’t something we have, no, it is that which we are. However, we can manifest it or ignore it choosing to continue in ignorance as to who we are.

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