standing in my yard
small among the birch trees
i would slowly peel away the bark
creating the most delicate pieces of beautiful paper
a gift from the tree
uncurled and waiting to be my papyrus.
“out of sight above the house, the mirror moon reflected the sun of a day not yet dawned,
shining the pale light of tomorrow on the yard and on the paper birches.”
image credit: white birch fragrance oil
at the songbird cafe
extra pennies left
for those who might need them
along with a tiny paper crane
for those who might need this even more.
“a master of origami said he tried to express with paper the joy of life,
and the last thought before a man dies.”
-tor udall, a thousand paper birds
“tearing the paper means you’ve stopped believing in the infinite possibilities of a square.”
-tor dual, a thousand paper birds
image credit: artist, vik muniz turned two million cranes into one symbol of strength for japanese earthquake victims
i held this gift of a tiny origami star
made from a square of beautiful paper
admiring it in my hand for a time
knowing it will be held in my memory
for a long time to come.
“WHEN YOU FOLD A PIECE OF PAPER,
YOU’RE ESSENTIALLY CHANGING THE MEMORY OF THAT PIECE”.