Women gather.
They drink tea,take small bites of sweets,
and speakof trivial things.
They sharetheir recent days,
their own small worlds.
It isan ordinary scene.
And yet—
their thoughts,their ideas,
a single fleeting voiceof the heart—
can create a universe.
It transformsinto an Omniverse.
What seems trivialis not trivial at all.
It is a gatheringof gods.