Simple Bowl of Tea

A flame, a singular flame.
Dancing in the darkness,
a portal to light.

Your fickle flicker delights me so,
never a dull moment with eternity
burning in the night.

Alight the flame
to brew the herb and thus
transform leaf to love.

Drink, drink the sacred brew,
imbibe these gifts
of our mother’s bosom.

Ever-giving, overflowing,
the eternal stream
of milk and honey.

This land, a treasure;
this sky, a portal;
this sea, a potion.

An infinite bounty
in every breath,
every sip.

From fire to water
to tree to breath,
a journey of endless change and depth.