Gazing in an half-empty cup of tea
I found somehow the harmony -
The more I spilled, the more I got,
My cup filled thought with thought.
I sip the tea, enjoy the being moment -
I feel its warmth, I seek its scent;
The thoughts come fluid in a wave,
Each sip has meanings that I gave.
A pause, a fluent long pause,
Between the sips the moments froze -
A thought arose has disappeared,
I sensed its trace, its shadow reared.
The drops ripple in the cup I hold
Back and forth they patterns mold -
The waves grow deeper in my mind,
New meanings times new paths I find.
The cup is empty long for now;
Before my master I deeply bow -
The mind bows deeper in consent,
And there's nothing, just the bent.
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