Iron Paper

A piercing pinpoint of light blazes in an ethereal blackness.

Peaceful, but intense, the point of light beckons.

It beckons for calm minds, serene minds, minds not clouded by anger or fear.

The mind’s eye seizes the light, pulling it into its center.

The light grows, filling every pit in the mind.

It brings the knowledge of calm thinking.

The soul writes; first letters, then connected words.

Words made of thought and iron.

The eyes see the words floating in a turbulent sea.

A smile grows.

A piece of paper is brought into view.

A weathered hand with worn fingers holds a pen firmly.

Pen to paper transforms thoughts.

Truth causes the paper to turn into iron.

Iron words to teach the future.

Inner anger is turned to calm.

Fear is turned to assurance.

The past is wiped away, making way for a new future.

The light in the mind has turned the past.

Iron in the soul cares for those who care.

Thoughts on a paper of iron shape the heart.