It’s not just a cup of tea
steaming swirling in a smooth cup clutched in my hand
It’s an elixir of hope
It’s not just the sprinkled stevia swirling sweetly on my lips
It’s the promise of succor
It's not just a cup of tea
It's the sip
of luminescent life
slipping down
my parched throat
swelling my soul
in the shimmering sea of now
It’s not just a cup of tea
It is not just a cup of tea
As I sip the last and set it
down with a clink –
my hand opens –
my fingers unclench
the tremulous trembling stills
breath steadies, eyes clear,
heart beats quiet calm ..
It is certainly not just a cup of tea
My mystic magic ministration
There for the steep and the sipping whenever
the fragility of all that it is chillingly seeps ....
