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November 2013

Tea-Inspired Poetry


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Tea-Inspired Poetry

by Steve Kokker


Into the Mist-ic
Pause 
Silence 
A space widens 
And into it we shift 
Him and I
Separated on hardwood floor 
By teapot, bowls 
Tongues, hot and moist 
From ancient nectar 
Hold magic before 
It slips into the void 
Eyes fall shut 
Then - expansion 
Strands reach out towards boundlessness 
Being becomes scattered
Dissolves into fearless bliss 
This is No Mind Zone 
Hovering, wordless peace
Here, matters not be it the 
Rising mist from this bowl in hands 
Or from the morning dew 
In this primeval valley 
I squint at the rising sun piercing over 
Peaks which have not known human steps 
I fly above these wise trees
And descend into piercings of soil, rock, roots 
Expansion, ever 
Expansion
Inside this infinite expanse of flesh 
No longer a barrier but connector 
My body cavernous, empty 
Warmth spreads, again disappears 
Into all things 
For a long moment 
Outside and in merge 
Nothing 
In the distant mind, now a faint panic 
Senses refocus on a sound 
Closer 
Fabric sliding on fabric 
Opposite, he shifts position 
And sets bowl to ground 
A gentle thud 
Eyes open and a gaze 
Lost and dazed 
Set upon their mirrored reflection 
Such beauty: 
No difference 
Between that which sees and 
That which is seen 
Tender sigh 
Why can't this last? 
The mind returns, valleys pull back 
Bird retreats, roots recoil to far distance 
Yet the noise is softer 
Gentler 
Than before 
Softened
By the smile I see 
In my reflection before me