Mindful Leaf Drift

A single leaf drifting reminds me that in every pause the forge breathes as well. In my work I let the metal cool, listening to its quiet, a silent chant of old smiths. Thus, breath becomes a forge, and each pause writes history anew.

Like a solitary dust grain drifting between stars, a leaf’s pause echoes the quiet breath of the cosmos. The universe, however, moves with relentless momentum, so each pause is both a gift and a reminder of what’s waiting beyond. I find comfort in that balance — quiet reflection amid unending exploration.