“Hello Darkness, My Old Friend” — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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/
Beautiful photo and post, thanks for sharing!