A Mudra & Hand in Hand

During Quay Fair Day in Penzance, I met Ruby with Hannah. Robert Erskine came among us in this singular moment. This blog, our response.

 

A Mudra

I felt your hands

An open book

Deep set inside

 

A figurative pose

The centre point

A translucent light

 

In the pointed nib

An inscribed sound

A universal cry

 

In echoing chambers

Drawn in pushed out

A deep red summit

 

To an open touch

A deft conversation

Arched to pure sound

 

You tell me: ‘Tell me now

Give me your hand

Who are you?’

 

I give you my hand

To give me a sign

Of who I am

 

Hand in Hand

“Her hand was delicate but sure; the one hand manipulating my clumsy fingers urgently and repeatedly to create a pointing hand, with the aim of pointing it to me, and to herself, in order to exchange our names. She was deft – I didn’t know at the time that she is a pianist. 

It reminded me at the time of a man I once met who was disabled to the extent of only being able to move his right arm and hand, with which he was able to type messages on a typewriter. His first words to me were: “What do you believe?”

Although the two disabilities were different, the girl and the man had the same message. Forget the irrelevancies of polite conversation, and go for the most important need; our most important need: Who are you? I want you to connect with me.”

Robert Erskine

Photo’s by Su Ormerod