Soul Gazing

Cross-legged we sit
Eyes wide, irises defined
Lenses locked on the other
We watch.

Temptations rise to break the silence
With a breath, shoulders relax
Two strangers share a moment
Time stops.

Pupils widen adjusting to the light
Reliance on the other, builds trust
An unspoken bond of connection
Minds awaken.

Hairs on forearms stand on end
Air thick, lips twitch
A Tantric meditation
Kindred spirits.

Souls identify the divine
Hands touch, ego lost
Honour one another
A Shamanic ritual.


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