OPEN HAND

open hand

the craggy outcropping we hang from is soon to be the sand that nothing can be built on

hung and hurting, as the crag lances deeper in than projects out,

there is only to release that hold 

opening hands to the fateful fall

into the expansive nothingness that has become the

worthy most noble purpose that defines who we are

into nothingness towards eternity

darkness all around

falling and sailing

into the end

and arriving at the full circle

there is only the letting go

to open a small place

that fills the entire living

one only has to open the hands

and reach

into nothingness towards eternity

A. Mendoza, 2017