I am often grappling with the uneasy coexistence of absolute oneness and the seeming separation imposed by being in a physical body and of an individual mind – the condition of being an earthling, as it were. Here, the antidote to existential loneliness is an acceptance of a connection that is not knowable through my physical senses – a real surrender to my own beliefs. Physical touch is so much easier, yet this other kind of connection is so much bigger. But how do we live that kind of connection in our day-to-day physical world? We have to reach out our hands, answers my intuition. She gives no further instructions.
The Art Of Touching You
Telescope to the sky
A tingling darkness rises within
Shaping me tenderly
Resonating with things too far or too close for the eye to see
Things to be known instinctively
I sit alone with the universe
Embodying its great infinity
Contemplating the boundlessness
And the borders we impose
Intersecting at nowhere
And it is here that I laugh again
Because you are so close
That I can feel and know and love you
You are in my very own particles
And yet you are uniquely apart, as am I
But the art of touching you
This is the quest for which I turn to the telescope
The finer details eluding me
Out there we intersect, you and I,
At every point imagined and unimaginable
Here, I lie back and open my soul
To the immensity of that truth
My cosmology defining nothing while explaining everything at once
In this vast darkness swirling immeasurable light, I surrender and repose my longing
And reach out my hand and accept that you are here
© H. Hennenburg, 30 January 2007
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Beautiful poem …
Thank you so much, Dinka!
Love how this dissolves the edges along a sense of wonder. 🙂
And I love your phrase “dissolves the edges along a sense of wonder”. You should totally use that in a poem! 🙂
I love “I sit alone with the universe, embodying its great infinity.” I love being an earthling, aware of the bigger picture. Though in these times, it is a worry. Your poem is beautiful.
Although, the more I am aware of the bigger, bigger picture, the less I worry. Thank you, Sherry!
I love this and it fits in with mine. I think that part of my relationship with my sister who has died comes from dream contact but also from me and the parts of her that live in me. But it is esoteric and only partly reassuring because we are in these limited bodies. But there is so much more. I love the telescope poking up.
This is absolutely beautiful. I feel it as a prayer of oneness, a prayer both honoring and questioning this oneness when we are imprisoned in duality. So well expressed!
Thank you, Myrna. I love your insights. 🙂
Beautiful poem
This is like a meditation! Lovely writing.
The first thing that came to my kind, too, Mary!
Thank you, Mary.
This is incredibly exquisite!!
Thank you so much, Sanaa!
What lies beyound the vast azure, surely a touching question. Enjoyed your poem
Thank you for dropping by my sumie Sunday today
Much❤❤love
And a beautifully stated question, Gillena. I love your way with words. Thank you!
I love the openness we end up with. How we start by learning so many wonders about the speaker, and the way she relates to all things, and then… at the very end, she tells me, “And I see you.”
“I see you, too,” I say.
Magaly, so lovely. That means a lot, really. Thank you.
Lovely that the ineffable leads back again to touch – with so much more awareness.
I love the way you express that, Rosemary. Thank you.
A beautiful poem.
Thank you, Ayala.
I love your post! The tangible and the intangible are one….
Thanks, Dwight!