the soft touch of telepathic fingers
caressing mind to linger
as an afterthought, an image
fading slowly to the finish

of its memory compelling
radiating and too swelling
like a bubble,
safe within the trouble

is the people that we meet
both the sour and the sweet
touch us with their thinking
attract us with minds linking

while sharing thought and feeling
both repelling and appealing...
only meditation's healing
stops the rain

of other people's thinking
in which we all are sinking,
our collective psyche's linking
stays the same

with the soft touch of telepathic fingers
caressing mind to linger
as an afterthought, an image
fading slowly to the finish once again -.