cups of tea we pour
counting leaves to find ourselves
as our elders did
but now the same quiet search
glows softly in our palms
we will find ourselves
as rivers find the sea—
if we release the light.
By
cups of tea we pour
counting leaves to find ourselves
as our elders did
but now the same quiet search
glows softly in our palms
we will find ourselves
as rivers find the sea—
if we release the light.
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