From The Transmigration of Souls

“What interests you is the exact moment when everything ends,
how from this one moment to the next
blood and heart freeze within the body
and everything else goes on as if nothing had happened.

My darling,
you are almost 90 and know
how to distinguish between death and the fear of death.
When you fall asleep in your armchair
a breeze flutters the pages of your book
and puffs onward.

Even you can see a bird,
forget about yourself
and become its flight.

And the pine cone I saw outside,
hard wooden fist,
will relax in the end, and release
seeds to the earth.”

What seeds are encased inside my closed hands? What am I holding back which will only escape me in death?