My two hands

One hand is basking in the sun 
One hand in the shadow

I can feel how my right hand is warmed
my left hand coo

my right hand curled around the pen
ready to write
eager to transmit words

my left hand empty

Each hand connected to a wrist, an elbow,
a shoulder, a whole arm

Both meeting in the heart

We are a pair, my two hands

Right writes
Left holds the paper

First the sunny mind comes up
full of plans and fantasy
And then the shadow mind appears
empty, calm, open

We are a pair, my two minds

When they meet in the heart
they can embrace anything

When they meet in the head
they can understand anything

When they meet the world 
there I am present with my two hands