The Caress Is A Meditation

Skin has the power to silence words.
The broth of thoughts feeds, stirs and overflows,
It pours out the mind-soup and soaks the entire being.
Through this infernal knitting, the words thus produced mesh the entire interior territory.
Always denser, it keeps tightening up: we knit our own suffocation.
This deadly profusion never seems to want to stop.

However, all this psychological magma lit under the pot of thoughts calms down in an instant. By surprise, caught himself in the trap of liberation, it remains silent.

At a point of contact, when the loving hand comes to rest gently on the skin of the being in the grip of the raging volcano.
At this skin coordinates, the fire of the interior lands is extinguished.
Rushing and crazy associations suddenly fall silent.
Through the pores thus touched, mental hell leaves, and the sky opens before our eyes.

And the wild river of the heart returns to its bed. The calm course of inner life resumes.

In this way, the caress is a meditation
Two people are then
a master and a disciple,
for the other.

©FJ July 2024
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Thanks to Aunryz – https://motslies.com/ for initiating this post.