Point of contact
Posted in Articles on 08/16/2009 01:17 pm by ShaziaWhere the moment meets my skin,
That is where It finds me.
Where the bounds that separate the “I”
From all there is out there, “That”.
That point of contact, connection, collusion.
My skin is a thin sheeting that dissolves at the slightest touch,
That is the moment that seeks me, precludes me.
For it comes for a breath, an awesome shiver.
My nerves and vessels are vigilant in surrender.
The breath that absorbs the sensational orb
Yet rhythm releases, ungrasps, lets go.
In that moment That is in me, and I in That.
In that enveloping expanse I see You, everywhere.
Point of contact - photo by Brooke Stevens
