"We worry about our needs being met because we have never noticed they are." -Charles Foster
The tea lies poured into its cup
yet my head is still steeping
too many grains yield a bitter drink
thoughts, ideas, images, words
I wonder how I will swallow it all
the tea goes cold
forgotten in the drinking of dreams
So...what are you thinking these days?
What do you think of the new painting?
1 comment:
Wow. That really makes you sit back and want to chill.. No more running around like a chicken with it's head cut off.
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