Libre Magazine

I swish the tea bag
Round and round
The milk gets murky
But the caramel tint is gorgeous in the light..

I sit, esconsced in thought
So very absent mindedly
I see without seeing
Yet my gaze can almost make you squirm..

Pondering the complexity of Simplicity,
And the simplicity of Complexity,
Eternal paradoxes, a never ending chain..
Life is a never ending mystery..

Life transcends place and time,
I think, and take a sip of my tea,
I jump out of my stupor,and spray out whats in my mouth
As i find, to my distaste, that the tea is cold..

It has lost its taste, its flavour, it’s vigour,
It’s delicate lacy caramel swirls forgotten,
Under that thick dark brown skin on top,
It’s essence has vaporized…

It brings me to conclude..
That life is too short..
To while away thinking dexterous things..
Trying to be a part of natures wonders,

Where we dont really belong..

Life is like tea, best taken when it’s hot,
invigorating all five senses…
but if you let opportunity give you the slip
life, like tea, becomes a bitter mouthful..

…. it’s essence will vaporize into nothingness..
…a congealed mass of regret tinged with bitterness..

..the only way to get past it is to start a new life..

.. but God won’t offer you a cup of freshly brewed tea!

… so slowly sip,
the cup of life,
there’s many a slip, between the cup and the lip,
but take the risk, or it’ll just vaporize…

The End