Measuring Time By the Mug — Deborah Chappa   1 comment

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Measuring Time By the Mug

I am measuring time by the mug.

At first light,

Covers thrown back with a smile,

A loaded pot of coffee waits.

Brewed, poured over a butter pat,

Brain cells brighten.

Morning pleasures unfold and

Green sun tea companions me to noon.

An octave of hours

Lays open like a trunk of treasures

To be explored.

Herbal notes sound at quarters:

Ginger and Lemongrass.

The Tulsi pouch of Holy Basil.

Plucked Peppermint leaves.

Valerian and Passionflower

Precede the pillow.

Eyes closed, I dream journey

To tearooms, temples, towers of rock.

Transcending time, to truth, by the mug.

Deborah Chappa
April 2020

 

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Deborah is a friend, fellow hiker, blogger, and Condolence Note Coach. Yesterday, Deborah sent me this poem with the line, “This segment of time holds such opportunity: going deeper with words and no words, nature and inner nature, from doing to being!” It is my honor to share Deborah’s poem with my followers.  http://condolencecoach.blogspot.com/

 

 

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  1. Beautiful photo and post, thanks for sharing!

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