8. Reality a cup of tea
Reality
A cup of tea.
Sweet, Still, Soundless
Fresh to touch,
intense sensation
Hot
Heat from where?
Hot from what?
Kettle boils from infinity
And loses its poise within me.
Compose a letter to this;
Never let tea be hot nor cold nor up nor down
Infinite, ready, here, now.
No time nor space
Only lack thereof
Presence.
Sweet, still, soundless.