people i care about are struggling with different things -
big things...
it leaves me feeling helpless...
sometimes stamping words is enough,
but today it felt cold...
so i heated the metal to glowing red
and folded it...
and heated it to glowing red
and opened it, gently...
creating not the crisper edges of most of my leaves,
but a soft opening form like a petal...
as the night progressed, they began to turn into a small pile
like offerings...
om shanti shanti shanti
