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.
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