I cannot get the shape to fit, what am I doing wrong?
I press and push to no avail, it will not yield my touch.
Ponder, question, wonder why, how to bend the form to will?
It is not the shapes, my child, that need to change
They are set in shape and stone.
Take what you have, the clay and sand – and work the world around
Thoughts and hearts, minds and cares, and see the change abound.
One small piece, one at a time, build on solid ground.
And then one day, you will see, you will find –
The shapes all fit and beauty has been