Friday September 6, 2013 | 3 comments
Your beauty brings the world to me
With each cup I’m in a different land
Each type a different pleasure
Light, happy, open green
Hearty, rich black
The flavors each distinct but
The delight never failing
When shared, the pleasure doubles
Bonded by the warmth of tea
My friends and I grow closer
Strangers become friends
Or all alone, I’m free to dream
Where tea will take me next.
Editor’s note: This beautiful poem first ran on T-Ching 12 November 2010.