We are, when bruised by some new qualm,
capable of human knowing;
indebted to the open palm.
Some trials, surely, test our charm -
are we sane, still? Life is showing
we are, when caught in some new qualm.
So someone's hand has brought us harm?
Violent smashes; hateful throwing
indebted to the open palm?
Do we ourselves give in, alarmed?
Powerful and old; we're slowing,
we are, when caught in some new qualm.
Or human friend – you need alms,
others' helpings to keep you flowing,
indebted to their open palms?
This mandala of loving arms
is ever-present handshake-throwing.
We are, when caught in some new qualm,
indebted to these open palms.