Adrift over the lake,
who can say where willow fuzz is heading,
or how my life came to resemble
this sudden burst of rain
falling wherever it falls
without once having to decide?
Even how many bowls
of Silver Needles* I've sipped
watching all this unfold
through the teahouse window,
I couldn't begin to tell you.
The more the years accrue
the less knowing matters.
~Daniel Skach-Mills
*Silver Needles is the shape and color of some loose leaf teas
Could you imagine sipping tea made in this kettle out in a little cabin by a lake?
I love to make mind stories and imagine things such as this.
Happy Monday, dear friends!
Could you imagine sipping tea made in this kettle out in a little cabin by a lake?
I love to make mind stories and imagine things such as this.
Happy Monday, dear friends!
