Six poems on tea

1) Worlds
born of
mind.

2) Days
rise then fall with
breath.

3) Evening comes.
There is nothing to do,
but drink tea.

4) This life passes
as a cup is slowly sipped,
drained to dregs.

5) Mind steeps,
as the bowl absorbs
the aroma of tea.

6) Lingers 
for a moment 
then expires.

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2 thoughts on “Six poems on tea

  1. thank you for these posts. they are a mindfulness bell for me in the midst of studying and monkey mind grasping at the interwebs.::slightly awkward Japanese bow::

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