I do not shake hands from a sanitary standpoint.
In a gentle way, you can shake the world.
First I shake the whole Apple tree, that the ripest might fall. Then I climb the tree and shake each limb, and then each branch and then each twig, and then I look under each leaf.
I am formless and everywhere. I am in everything. I am in everything and beyond. I fill all space. All that you see, taken together, is Myself. I do not shake or move.
We are all the same person trying to shake hands with our self.