Sunday, September 4, 2011

Cuppa Peace

I have the windows open.  It's cooler and feels so good.  I have a cup of tea steeping next to me.  When the breeze blows into my window just right, I can smell it.

Tea is a little bit of peace for me.  I've said elsewhere that Quan Yin next to me as a drink.  Buddha stands with me while the water boils.

It's like knitting, I guess.  There's just me and the yarn or tea.  Nothing else matters while I'm there.

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