The Freedom of Empty Hands

Nothing to hold means
everything to grasp -
the paradox of letting go
fills palms with possibility.

Possession is the heaviest chain,
each ownership a new master
demanding tribute in hours,
anxiety, and storage fees.

Watch how the wind moves,
unburdened by belongings,
dancing through empty spaces
between want and need.

They sell us boxes
to put our dreams in,
but freedom lives
in open fingers.

No keys to lose
when every door is just
an invitation to walk through,
no locks when trust flows free.

Empty hands make better fists,
better tools for building
communities of sharing,
better vessels for catching rain.

The less we carry
the more we can become -
light enough to float
on currents of spontaneous joy.

Strip away the having
until being is enough,
until empty hands overflow
with the wealth of nothing.

Let go, let go, let go
until gravity releases its hold
and we rise, weightless,
into pure potential.

What fills your hands
fills your mind with borders -
learn the liberation
of carrying only yourself.