The Tea of Life(revised)

Understanding, Meaning, Purpose

 

There upon his path of measured steps

The herbalist with bowed head surveys

The verdant floor and its craning flowers

For leaves divine, both potent and savory

Wisely he knows that even the fullest cup

Without taste, enticing note or remedy

Might just as well have been found empty

For what is a full life without its purpose?

The herbalist is content to stoop and crawl

He sniffs the air and tastes what he finds

But the herbalists search is not his purpose

No, simply his art that guides him carefully

Some of what he finds can cure the body

Other things will make it drop like the rain

Each thing in its place, made for a specific task

His raison d’etre, what he searches to find

Is the discovery of that one… fine… leaf…

That among all others, he just can’t live without.

Reviews

[Jack...]

Astro, my friend, my amazing poet friend, you blow me away with your work. It is always so deep, so well thought out and the message, perhaps hidden in the weeds is still as clear as a brand new bloom. Outstanding my friend. you knocked this one out of the park.

[Astro]

Well, I had to tinker a bit with it as the original lacked a little clarity. Thanks for the great review though Jack, I tend to create the finer pieces with the thankfully constant relationship with my muse. As all poets great and small ought to. ;)