Eclipse of the Moon by Mary Susanah Robbins - HTML preview

Feeling is touching

Knowledge, thoughts, and dreams

come through our fingers. Hands that ever

 reach

see all, strong, bitter as bark, dark in the rocks.

Joy is an arc, and constant happiness

tangible horns high in the summer air.

Manipulate, control, encircle, hold,

see change, learn truth through what our hands

enclose.

Ever most precious, stillness is ecstasy

under our fingers. Silent minds to touch

yearn their lives long. We but approach this trust

as, motionless and concentrate, we strive

to touch with lips like hands the bidden fruit.

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