All you have to do is touch my hand
To show me you understand
And something happens to me.
That's some kind of wonderful.

Even before you touched me, I belonged to you; all you had to do was look at me.

Holy, to me just one glance is holy
One touch of your heart to me that's holy...

I wanted to see you again, touch you, know who you were, see if I would find you identical with the ideal image of you which had remained with me and perhaps shatter my dream with the aid of reality.

-Claude Frollo

If you want me to believe in God, you must make me touch him.

To see me does not necessarily mean to see my face. To understand my thoughts, my feelings is to have seen me.

To see me does not necessarily mean to see my face. To understand my thoughts is to have seen me.

XVII

Lady, i will touch you with my mind.
Touch you and touch and touch
until you give
me suddenly a smile,shyly obscene

(lady i will
touch you with my mind.)Touch
you,that is all,

lightly and you utterly will become
with infinite care

the poem which i do not write.

Please, touch me, I pray.

Oh! If you would only walk
into this room
again and touch me anywhere
I swear
I would not long for heaven or
for earth
more than I'd wish to stay there
touched
and touching you

Come over here so I can examine your face with my hands and see deeper into your soul than a sighted person ever could.

As you see yourself, I once saw myself; as you see me now, you will be seen.

Sometimes, you need the ocean light,
and colors you’ve never seen before
painted through an evening sky.

Sometimes you need your God
to be a simple invitation
not a telling word of wisdom.

Sometimes you need only the first shyness
that comes from being shown things
far beyond your understanding,

so that you can fly and become free
by being still and by being still here.

And then there are times you want to be
brought to ground by touch
and touch alone.

To know those arms around you
and to make your home in the world
just by being wanted.

To see eyes looking back at you,
as eyes should see you at last,

seeing you, as you always wanted to be seen,
seeing you, as you yourself
had always wanted to see the world.

I thought I know you,
but it was only me.
The you that you truly are
is not the you I see.
My mind has formed your image
but you have already travelled on
I want to see only you
but I see you through me