Life folds this way, unfolds that way, folds over here, unfolds over there. Am I the crease? Am I the paper? and I the hands?
With Origami, folding and unfolding with care reveals a new form, a new manifestation. Made from the same stuff, nothing has been changed.
There is a 'YES' ringing in me to drop the layers and return to simplicity.
Pray
Listen
Do what I am told.
Bringing the bent over shadow to upright posture, there is Light.
few words right now rise.
Many blessings, much love.
Sunny
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