When everything is in a swirl

sip tea  observe  

What is being forged? Created?

Or simply, an afternoon cup of tea with spoon and the gift of reflection?  
 

Is there anything more serene..

 

light rain in the evening no matter which season, no matter where you are living at the time.  Light rain 

makes me want to grab a favorite book of haiku.  Makes we want to sip tea and count the number of times the flame in a votive candle flickers.  

  

 

Do coffee drinkers write different poems than tea sippers?

Absurd, yes. A circumference where caffeine and herbal overlap. Take for instance, edgy & meditative.

Regarding tea, consider Lapsang Souchong, a caffeine buzz rivaling coffee. Consider, the minimalist poem being as empty as a meditation on a precipice. Being as full as.



How a simple meal replete with conversation manifests a circle.

Are words the carapace of silence?

....Perhaps.


Regarding food and silence, sipping green tea comes closest, I think. What falls away, leaves.