Open

Open your hands

If you want to be held

              Rumi

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Why is it that when we feel empty

We seek to grab at anything

(or any one)

available?

Silly humans

There we are

Fists clenched

Hands sometimes full

Sometimes empty

Standing there

Looking at people we have made less

So we might be more

And we one why

People avoid us

The way they do a surly child

Never satisfied

Always demanding

Always grasping?

Since what really needs filling is our soul

Our heart

Those things we hold are of little use

Money?

Power?

Titles?

Stuff?

Those simply move inside us

to where the hard is

So we can sit amidst accumulated wealth and power

And still have that ache within

Put it down

Just lay it down

And walk out into the crispness of a January night

Into the white and cold

And with arms outstretched, and head titled toward the stars

Scream

Here I am!

And then with open hands (the better to serve you with)

And open arms (anyone want a hug?)

Walk into the year

As one filled (stuffed even) with the Sacred

Ready for that Sacred give and take of love

That is

life