My heart is open:
Pumping blood — spilling love
into my veins.
A river courses through me.
My eyes are dry although inside I cry
from the pains of yesterday.
My eyes are open:
Colours in sight — breeding delight,
I can see clearly
the shapes around me.
I can see the joy.
I can see the sorrow.
Hope I planted today
will flourish tomorrow.
My mind is open:
I absorb both sides — the left and the right,
Peace starts within me.
My hands are open:
Fingers reaching — skin believing,
That another hand I’ll find.
I don’t know when,
I don’t know how
to meet a stranger
in a crowd,
but, my heart is open.