Origami Spirit
Origami spirit -
fragile layers under
paper thin skin fares cuts.
The heart's depths protected
on smooth edges. Hands with
scissors claim destruction.
Yet mine enemies
fall from true beauty
held in creation,
perfection of folds,
the triumph of form.
Origami -
shielded by hands,
the maker of
all that's sacred.
I am one -
life, spirit,
crane soaring
ancient
folds of
breath.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, June 10, 2012
For True Diminishing Hexaverse contest (David Williams)
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