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Thursday, 19 February 2015

Tea

A comforting mug of mindfulness,
deep and substantial -
a heart-warming hug from a loved one.
It steams and shudders without contest
and sits submissively,
brewing conptemplatingly, with an air of royalty.
Clasp it: it's burning hot.

It makes you wait, but soon it stills
and its clear waters - once crystal and fresh -
are stewed and auburn. A burnt caramel.
The ripples still
and waves cease in a calm;
a moment.
A daily ritual; a moment of peace
before, between, during and after all things.

Sip it, slurp it, slug it,
however you choose: longingly
you are prolonging each mouthful
feeling smug, full of satisfaction.
You've achieved something
wallowing in this wonderful world.

A smile creeps over your lips,
in this exclusive moment,
as the swirling fragrant solution
soothes your soul.

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