Hands, Hearts and souls

My hands, resting in front of my heart
gently pressing into themselves
and then, there is a swelling,
a sense of pushing through
and of caving in and of
expanding beyond
the space we are in.

The moment is suspended
and I am completely caught
and contained
 in it’s boundless space;
where a pressure emerges
forming watery eyes
arising out of deep gratitude
for the collective
presence of souls
sharing this
moment
together.

My hands, still close to my heart,
I am reminded of the preciousness of time
and how sacred a journey it is
that we are on.
And I recall hearing that
we are all made of stars,
like the fusion of molecules
coming to make a mark
on this galaxy.

That in all the worlds separation
and struggle and heart ache
that we are together,
and we are here
because of
one another.