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.

We will outstretch the hand if you unclench your fist.

Stretch forth thine hand.

If you open your hand, you may receive everything.

There is more power in the open hand than in the clenched fist.

When you let go, the dharma fills your hands;

There comes a moment in every life when you must let go with your hands — with both hands.

The single clenched fist lifted and ready,
Or the open asking hand held out and waiting.
Choose:
For we meet by one or the other.

We must take the thing in the grip of our hands.

To begin is no more agony than opening your hand.

Your grief for what you've lost lifts a mirror up to where you're bravely working.

Expecting the worst, you look, and instead, here's the joyful face you've been wanting to see.

Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes.
If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed.

Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as bird wings.

Dear God,
I am so afraid to open my clenched fists!
Who will I be when I have nothing left to hold on to?
Who will I be when I stand before you with empty hands?
Please help me to gradually open my hands
and to discover that I am not what I own,
but what you want to give me.

Fear is only a verb if you let it be.

Don’t you dare let go of my hand.

Wait before revealing a finding. Wait for the most appropriate time to let go of something that you hold.