Open Your Hands If You Want To

There Is Some Kiss We Want With The Whole Of Our Lives.

Your Calling My Name Is My Reply. Your Longing For Me Is My Message To You.

Everything You Possess Of Skill, And Wealth, And Handicraft, Wasn't It First Merely A Thought And A Quest?

If You Wish To Shine Like Day, Burn Up The Night Of Self-existence. Dissolve In The Being Who Is Everything.

Your Hand Opens And Closes, Opens And Closes. If It Were Always A Fist Or Always Stretched Open, You Would Be Paralysed. Your Deepest Presence Is In Every Small Contracting And Expanding, The Two As Beautifully Balanced And Coordinated As Birds' Wings.