From Jean K:
Our lives / shirts on the ironing board / tears of grief and gratitude / with water and whisk we blend them all / and sip
From Kate S:
Hurrying to a place where I yearn to slow down, to listen to the sounds of making tea and the jumbled thoughts in my mind. By the last sip of tea my thoughts have fallen away to only what I really need, suddenly there is Light. How grateful I am to have hurried here to slow down.
From Sakina:
a welcome absence of sound / in my mind / watching the snow fall
From Anne W:
Grains of grief / Fill my tea bowl / New old friends from far away
From Tracy C:
Mom’s rough earth-worn hands
Warm his tiny fingers from wind.
Life new and aging.
From Unknown:
Peace, Harmony, Beauty all live within us at all times.
Drop into that and drink a bowl of Tea.
A beautiful green reminder..
From Siddiq:
They are the same tears / shed for grief and gratitude. / In the soul, they’re One.
From Gerow R:
Welcome what comes / Foolishness, wisdom / Spaciousness, chatter / Dissonance, harmony / Zoom, phone call, knock on the door / Bad news, worse news/ Grieving, pondering / Giggling, celebration / Welcoming what is coming.
From Chad O:
Coming back to tea / tasting old tea the new year / becomes fresh once again
From Jean K:
chasen head / a cosmic swirl of green and steam / dissonance falls away in the bowl.
From Kay H:
Bowing, guest and host. Planting seeds of harmony. Whisking peace, a green prayer offered.