Yet another tea poem...
Morning tea meditation
Brewed long, brewed warm,
In the civilised patience of pure porcelain,
Poured out like a household blessing.
Hands clasped round the cup meditate
On the self-satisfied tea pot
Growing brown liquid contentment within itself.
Sip long and slow at this cup,
Wash yourself over with its contentment,
And learn the wisdom of sitting still.
Brewed long, brewed warm,
In the civilised patience of pure porcelain,
Poured out like a household blessing.
Hands clasped round the cup meditate
On the self-satisfied tea pot
Growing brown liquid contentment within itself.
Sip long and slow at this cup,
Wash yourself over with its contentment,
And learn the wisdom of sitting still.
posted by wordmonkey at 1:07 am
1 Comments:
Why, ph why why why EOULD YOU PICK CAMERA'S. ergo this is my first official girlcott of the topic.
todays ghordopic - books
bookbark- the attested scrap of tree that we each condemn to sit withing a decomposed forres waiting to be dscarded.
bookball- glory be to the eye of the beholder, who beholds footstall wisdom.
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