Chamomind – Be the Tea
As I sit and watch my tea,
And dissipation of its steam,
The seemingly endless expanding
Of its inherent energies:
I’m struck by its similarity to me…
How I sit so full of warmth,
Yet seemingly endless exhausting streams
Of could have beens, and what might not quite be’s
Are elongated and exuded; endlessly issued out of me.
As I create and spend them, I slowly lose my heat…
As these phantoms erupt, and rise,
Still unchanged, here I stand.
I’m left cooler than before,
And thirsting for a grasping hand…
As my vapors spill and rise, and commune with air of the day
I dissolve into, and become it. This is not the only way…
I may be held by higher creatures, into which I’ll be imbibed,
But if not, well… no matter. Without this hope I will not die.
For beyond in lies the Aether! Endless possibilities beyond!
Acceptance, it is not my purpose.
To simply be has made me fond.
Will my contents be tossed in a drain, or emptied into a garbage pile?
Or, will I become part of a higher order creature, metabolised by the divine.
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