This little bowl of tea
could bring peace
to the world,
to all my ancestors,
to a hundred unborn
generations, if I
hold it tenderly
like a planet in the
ancient open space
of my palm,
sip the bittersweet
darkness and taste
what Is, without words.
Tea is mind, mind is tea.
Give thanks with a breath
of silence, in no
hurry to go.

Photo: my tea bowl, made for me by dear friend Bevin, a student.