Tuesday, August 25, 2015

All the World in My Cup

A pure wind envelops my body.
The whole world seen in a single cup.
Kokan Shiren
Some mornings, my cup seems to hold the whole world in its depths.  I fall in love with the fragrant tea and its earthenware vessel, with the table on which they rest, with the whole wide world and the deep blue space in which it floats, with my kitchen window and this tattered old life, all over again. 

Then I sit down in front of the computer to write about the experience, and I simply can't get the words together to describe it, can manage a single inadequate paragraph, and that is all - a rapt little bowl of words to describe something vast and beautiful, something sentient and breathing and boundless and inexpressible.



Mystic Meandering said...

Sometimes no words are necessary... Your photo speaks for you.... Delicious :)

sarah said...

Some things do ... and should ... transcend words. Beautiful picture.

sandra hagan said...

i think of you often. i say prayers for you, and your family.

Kiki said...

gosh, this sounds pretty eloquent to me! wonderfully speaking photo, kind, deep words. Thank you and my thoughts & prayers for you flying across the oceans to you and yours. Courage, my heart - and the thankfulness you display daily.