HIGH HAND TO HAND
Bone on bone,
Eye to eye
Nailing deeply in a straight line
Connecting the earth to the sky
And the sky to the earth.
Two hands glued in a vacuum air pocket,
and a gaze.
It’s a gaze of hope and trust,
It’s a gaze of unrestrained length,
Long one second or an eternity.
There is no enigma, no doubt.
It’s a simple, transparent gaze
that holds the comfort of gravity.
It’s a simple breath suspended in mid-air.
The mind is empty on a blurred background,
there is no past, no future
confidence is the spotter
supporting this wholeness.
Time extends and then it stops
Time stops before extending again.
As we find our centre in a suction
and we stick to it in balance.
Naturally high and highly natural.