this cup of tea...

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this cup of tea

is not what my mind ordered…

look around and really see

who is breathing?

 

who is really free?

 

drink in the smell of roses,

wonder if this dreaming

another life opposes

or opens up the view?

 

of all that which holds us?

 

breathing sun full and deep,

pad across the arching bridge

now unwilling more to sleep

asking may I stay forever?

 

this truth is mine to keep?

 

abandon self to love,

surrender life to living!

contented fit of this new glove

births dancing butterfly,

 

and singing mourning dove.

 

morning sipping tea

awakens deluge of sound.

pondering only I can be

one single golden tear

 

in a wild and roaring sea.

 

 

 ~janet