Ritual
rhythmic alchemy
the water,
the boiling,
the steam,
the WHISTLE
tea leaves stain
magical swirl
steeping
centuries of ceremony
gently aloft curl
waft
connection
cupping sipping comfort
pouring
a soothing moment
suspended
still
eternal.
tea ode (poem)
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Now I must take tea for that soothing relief! Oh, I love your style: those lines with just a word carry a lot of meaning. To me, they are necessary breaks.
“centuries of ceremony”–love this!
Thank you for your lovely and kind words and sentiments. I’m raising this morning’s cup to you in a spirit of gratitude and good wishes….