Cupping
Inspired by octopus tentacle by Melissa Bixby sacralocean.com
Cupping the surfaces
of this life of impermanence
Holding close for moments of contact
As if the contact creates a holy bridge
Of stability in the mobility
In the eternal cosmic dancing
As if the cupping creates a divine union
And we remember for these moments
that we’re aren’t alone, that we belong
Human feet have more neurons than our tongues,
kissing the ground in our steps
Connecting our bodies to body of earth
To the permanence of the continuum
of Life beyond ourselves
Cupping the surfaces
Of this life of impermanence
Holding close for moments of sensation
As if the sensations create the knowing
Of intimacy within the infinite
Octopi chemotactile sensors
touch, taste, see with more receptors
than human tongue, Kissing with
their suckers into belonging to sea of life
Cupping the surfaces
Of this life of impermanence
Holding close for moments of sensation
Cupping, sucking, kissing, nursing,
attaching for moments to remember
That we aren’t alone, that we belong
To the continuum of Life beyond ourselves
Sensations of union
without words, beyond time
As I remember still yet
the cupping of my mamas hands in mine
After she had lost her memory,
After she had lost her words,
After I became her keeper
In the cupping of her hand gripping mine
with song, with essence of love,
with the intimacy forming a holy bridge
Within the horrifying impermanence
To the permanence of the continuum
of Life beyond ourselves
Cupping the surfaces
Of this life of impermanence
Holding close for moments of sensation
Even as I cup my own hands together
alone here in this moment
With attention to sensations
With intention of compassion for all beings
With awareness of the precious impermanence
Reveals sensations of belonging
to the continuum of Aliveness,
Unity within interdepenDANCE
Long after I am done cupping…
Long after my last dance upon the earth…
Long after my last kiss with Life…