open hand like a bird that offers flight to air,
kind deed as rain to the flower that thirsts,
invisible, quietly visible, invisible,
like a child who is born to this world,
a life given,
one who dies made invisible?
if once visible, ne'er invisible.
look to your hands and serenely open,
there is life.
whilst open, think of clenched fist.
`tis clenched fist that is death.
especially for my ♫mother
`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
13jul10
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