Six poems on tea

1) Worlds
born of

2) Days
rise then fall with

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.



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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