I've been asked on numerous occasions, about Touch Drawing. What is it? Where did it originate? What is the ultimate purpose? Why? The nearest I can describe it, thus far...is in a poem I'd written years ago.
A Window to the Soul
The stillness opens its arms to me
Beckoning that I listen,
While granting my heart safe passage
Upon stubborn knees, now gently christened.
The whispers within grow stronger
With every beat of my heart,
Until lost to the world outside
I emerge amidst the solace,
within the chambers of my heart.
The voices here are clear, vibrant and alive
Awakening from slumber,
Those things, from which I hide.
Embraced by the voice of compassion, honesty and love,
My burdens bear no weight
For I am sheltered from above.
Thoughts and images flow freely
A tapestry of tears,
A gentle caress within my soul
To brush away my fears.
Gradually, I glimpse a reflection
For which there’s no disguise,
A love for me therein
Shines bright in heavens eyes.
I wander through each chamber
To remember, all that I feel,
Graced with the wisdom of knowing
That my heart has begun to heal.
Overwhelmed by gratitude
For all that I have known,
The strength that comes through trial
And the mercy I’ve been shown.
I know the gifts, which I’ve been given
Can do little else but grow,
For within the depths of every heart
Lies a window to the soul.
Copyright 1997 Tanya Lewis