Only…God’s Teacup
There is nothing out there
There is nothing out there
There is nothing out there
There is nothing out there
There is only in here
There is only in here
There is only in here
There is only in here
There is nothing back then
There is nothing back then
There is nothing back then
There is nothing back then
There is only here now
There is only here now
There is only here now
There is only here now
The brew draws us to itself
Alive with warmth and color and flavor
A gift of the gods and ancestors
From whom we have staggered for unknown reasons
Starving for comfort yet chasing pain
Afraid of isolation yet running from love
The tea
Settles,
For a while equalizes us -
A tranquil plateau of civility
A 360 degree vista of
Contentedness, however transient,
Sacred moments on the path
Otherwise dramatic otherwise oblivious to
The subtler pastel worlds of water and earth
Slowly spinning continents
The wilder transparent fields of
Wind and flame
Dancing under moonlight
Atop a candle:
Your face glowing.
March 2018