Of Touching Hands

“What is wrong?” he asked impatiently.
I blinked several times, and tried to focus my attention to him.
He arched his brow, commanding an answer.
I sighed. I cannot help it.
In my mind I remember the moment –
Of touching hands…
Of electricity flowing.
Sweeping me…
Until I burn.
And with just that touch –
I can feel my whole being on fire.
My walls of defenses crushing at my feet…
How can I possibly tell him?
How can I make him understand?
When I don’t understand it myself…
And so I just look at him –
Like I looked at Jade when I told her.
“You look…confused... troubled… what is wrong with you?” he frowned.
I wanted to laugh.
Instead I felt tears blurring my vision…
Choking me…
Squeezing my heart painfully…
“I don’t know –“I said.
And must have repeated it like a litany…
But I had not realized it until he drew me into his embrace.
“Shhh – “he said…and held me.
While I wept.
I cried all my frustrations.
Drained all my confusions…
Tried to drown all my fears and miseries –
Until there is no more tears to cry.
Cy01.29.05

A Tribute to the Child

“This is my favorite image of him,” I said, pointing to the picture Jade took of the Child.
“Hmm, “he said. “It is beautiful,” he said.
“His innocence is astounding…” I said.
I breathe deeply.
How can I explain to him that I could feel a certain kind of calmness –
A feeling of serenity –
Just by merely looking at the image.
Silently he took my hand –
I can feel the warmth of his touch as he propelled me to look into his eyes.
And once again he reads my soul –
Then he said calmly.
“It is not just innocence that you see,” he paused.
“It is the profound love emanating from his being as he untiringly holds the world in the palm of his hand.”
Cy01.23.06