in the touching : legacy of cosmic glue

age 12, Tracy Ann

“Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you're there.

"It doesn't matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away. The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn-cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime.” --Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

I want to share my prose from Mental Midgets:

The Legacy of Cosmic Glue

…what I call the download

Her hands are gentle, firm

Not frail, fingers of aha

wisdom, grip earned, sun burned

And as she places those warm hands upon you

hugs you to her

It is then she remembers

her child tiny just like you

And the touch from her parents, and her grandparents

In those days when she visited them

Ancestral love is in her touch, a download

Of her memory

Of her knowledge

Of her experience

To YOU

(and whether or not you are aware)

(Even if you don’t remember)

That love becomes yours

Ancestor after ancestor after ancestor

Handed down… cosmic love, cosmic glue

(This download is secret and one of the most precious in this world)    © 2017