Leaves picked by nimble hands left to dry in warm sunlight
Revived as boiling water pours through the filter releasing what has been cached
Heady fragrance rises a soothing slip on the throat bringing calm and presence in a moment
Energy never lost only transmuted and steeped in time
Even though I rarely drink tea, I love the ceremony of it. It is a break from the madness of the day and like the tea leaves when the hot water hits them we are revived.
It is said by those that have the gift, the leaves left at the bottom of the cup will tell story, your story.