Lit vase, turn and face the strange
Can you be two or three or many things in one vessel? The struggle to navigate each dimension is futile. Perhaps notice what is present now with compassion.
With great empathy I turn this vase into a planter, grinding a hole for it to flow. But the plant(s) keep outgrowing the 24cm high x 17cm lipped form. Breathe. Clean it. Turn it upside down and stick a bulb in it. Its light glows heady warmth, radiating contentment being what ever it may be.