Steeped in harmony
a crisp spring morning
Steam induced by a pour, dances off clay pots surface.
a pour of herbal
a pour of oolong
a pour of shou
Yellow petals falling from an old tree, sprinkle on an already magical spring backdrop as they land in my cup.
Koi fish splash in a pond reminding us that they're here too.
Its funny how gentle serenity can tame the most playful souls
Calm and presence
reveals, uncovers
our divinity.
Some trust is needed for that.
Trust
lead me here.
Trust lead me to nature.
If our outer is a reflection of our inner
then the nature we find ourselves in
is evidence of our own.
Trust in myself
allowed me to seek a teacher.
Trust was also my lesson upon arriving.
My teacher in all respects masterful, is a guide.
The true teacher, a primordial intelligence with wisdom to impart, lie patiently in a two hundred year old porcelain cup.
a total of nine infusions later; each bit of wisdom shedding light on a poetic scene like a single brush stroke reveals the meaning of a kanji symbol.
After a gracious thank you to my guide,
I was on my way with good vibes following closely behind.
I can't lie, as I left this sacred space, drifting by in a flash was a streak of sadness like a beautiful apparition floating en route to nowhere.
My living in such a scene-a session held in nature-is a privilege.
During a time of much needed healing for our world
a moment steeped in harmony isn't to be coddled
but lived with known and shared,
to be shared with many
pouring over our gift of life.