Yo te enseñé a besar: los besos fríos son de impasible corazón de roca, yo te enseñé a besar con besos míos inventados por mí, para tu boca. Lee todo en: Besos - Poemas de Gabriela Mistral http://www.poemas-del-alma.com/besos.htm#ixzz3ruvYzoKT
human hands are a central image to the idea of offering. Are your hands white-knuckled as you grasp and hang on, or do you hold them gently open, offering up some of the best yourself and of what you have? What has landed in your hands of openness that you weren't expecting? Is this a posture you could experiment with?