Poem on Hands

Holding hands is an act of love, as my fellow friends say
Well, I witnessed
I experienced
I observed
Each pair of people who held hands reminded me of love
As they held hands with each other
Everything settled in them
The breath
The eyes
The heart
The gut
The earth
All this was like witnessing a droplet settle on a petal
We all remember holdings hands, but how much do we feel of ourselves when we hold hands?
But I had a question what are hands?
If not to possess or hold
And everything around me was like an answer from the divine
The hand that soothes a child
The hand that protects a frightened heart
The hand that collects rain
The hand that caresses the hair
The hand that scratches a dog
The hand that opens a bird to the sky
The hand that moves with the wind
The hand that claps for wins
The hand that colours a blank space
The hand that feeds a hungry child
The hand that made love to a hungry soul
The hand that rubs a healing wound
The hand that waves to connect
The hand that forms a fist to guard
The hand that drinks the holy tears
The hand that warmth a sobbing face
The hand that pulls the love closer to the heart
The hand that expresses itself with spoken words
Yet my fellow friends asked?
What about the hand that fought, pushed, grasped, dragged, killed, the self or other?
And I said with a fiercely soft voice, These are hands that never experienced the feelings of
every experience above They are the very hands that took the charge of fear because love
Because hands are not just what you see with five fingers
They are everywhere in every form
They are here as leaves that play music with wind
They are here as birds that build nest
They are here as roots that hold the tree
They are here as cells that build and break everyone
They are here as breath that weave us into nature
They are here as stems for flowers to bloom
They are here as water that pour softness into the earth
They are here as land that connects every distance
They are here as the space that unfolds the whole
They are here as sun that open light
They are here as energy forms nerves to connect the entire
They are here as ripples that awakens the whole
They are here as presence that settles everything in the present
Everything and everyone are a hand with a purpose
The ritual for the purpose to grow is connection of these hands soaked in love and warmth of safety
As it is the connection of the whole, that gives space for one to experience the whole.