Everybody loves to get touched, but it’s more than a luxury. Touching is a basic need for survival and health, so to get touched is healing in itself. We need to be aware in each touch that something very basic is happening just through the gesture – something very subtle, something we often don’t recognize, but something that is of immense importance.
We can touch people in a very “knowledgeable” way, but what is needed is depth.
As Osho Rajneesh says: “Understanding is intelligence moving in depth... Knowledge is intelligence moving wider, it is quantitative.” ∗ We can measure knowledge, but we can’t measure understanding, or the depth of touch, because it’s a quality. Knowledge comes from the mind, knowing comes from the heart. And yet this knowing is often a space of absolute not knowing, of being present and being able to stay with it.
∗Osho, Tao: The Three Treasures, Rajneesh Foundation, Poona, 411001, India, 1975, Page 126
This reminds me of two personal experiences. The first was a Acupressure session in which I suddenly got an incredible pain on the left side. I had been getting a strong headache three to four times a year, but until now I had no experience like this. It was becoming unbearable. It felt like my head was exploding. Neither the therapist or I knew what to do and how to deal with it, but we both stayed with the experience. I was just screaming something like, “what is it? what is it?” and then I felt what I had never felt before – the fear of death – and I remembered the car accident I had when I was ten years old. I had been unconscious and for two weeks in the hospital. As I remembered this experience, my body was trembling and I was soaking wet. I passed through the fear, and the pain eased suddenly. I have not had these headaches since.
The second experience was very beautiful and innocent, it came out of the same space of deep, refreshing relaxation. Right after the relaxation, I was supposed to write down whatever came. Though hesitating, I took the pen in the right hand. Then I had to change it from the right to the left and I started to write: “Giving birth and receiving... from the other side. Easiness...no effort... Giving back my left hand... it's so easy." Then the following poem came, as a witness of my own amazement and amusement.