the cup breathes its own life, I turn the pot three times for luck
writing begins, steam breathed in
2737 BC Shen Nung sat beneath the Camellia sinensis tree
a single leaf floating like a small word on the page
writing begins, steam breathed in
lifting and placing the cup as though conducting an allargando
a single leaf floating like a small word on the page
an ant navigating its way home
lifting and placing the cup as though conducting an allargando
The truly beautiful must be always in it
an ant navigating its way home
streak of sun a welcome apricity
The truly beautiful must be always in it
2737 BC Shen Nung sat beneath the Camellia sinensis tree
streak of sun a welcome apricity
the cup breathes its own life, I turn the pot three times for luck
From: Vol.12 N.01 – The Braided Gift
Teaism (a Pantoum of communing and sharing)
by
Lou Smith