Put palm of your hand on a wall
It is freezing, empty, soulless
But you do leave a mark
A slight dirty burn
On a perfect surface
It doesn’t speak back
Just absorbs your heat
Silently
I have been dead for so many years
And now your skin opens my mouth
Inanimate object resonates back
A dried up seed comes to life by the droplet of water
And it grows borrowing your life
Keep touching, keep loving
This is God resurrected within you
By the virtue of kindness
By the droplet of water