Saturday, March 04, 2006

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.

1 Comments:

Blogger Malang said...

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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