Touching the Soul through the hands

I touch this moment here
The only one that truly is
The palms of my hands
Gently touching your skin
Where the memories
Of your wound lies

Taming the outlines
That countain your soul
Exploring the recesses
Where you fold in anxiety
Feeling your need for support
And your soul's cry to be free

My hands dancing on your body
Aware of all your defences
Which you give up
When you are ready
To fully participate
Into the dance

In this life's pilgrimage
Your body, your temple, your being
The only true landmark
Your only refuge, your shelter

A bodily exploration
Through your senses
In relation with your Spirit
An experience
A moment of Grace
A way back to your Essence

Sylvie Drolet © 2008