Heart, hand and healing
December 23, 2011
The heart sent out a call
The hand reached out to help
It looked just like mine and I did not grasp it
The hand stayed there
I tried to pull it down
It seemed to yield, and I stayed in the sinking sands
The heart sent out a call
The hand reached out to help
It looked just like mine and I did not grasp it
The hand stayed there
I tried to pull it down
It withdrew, and I stayed in the sinking sands
The heart sent out a call
The hand reached out to help
It looked just like mine and I tried to grasp it
The hand touched mine
And I was pulled out of the cycle of the sinking sands
Who is the healer? Whose the hands that heal? What is healing but bringing them together?
None else will satisfy any yearning but finding the healer within.
Namaste
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I just hold on ‘ The hand reached out to help’. (It seems that this river started flow so fast.)
sometimes we can leave the words and just flow…