I loathe cold coffee,
though I find cool tea palatable.
Beyond explanation,
only one derives from Latin America,
the other from the Orient.
Perhaps entwined
in the hairlike strands of my DNA
lurks an obscure memory
of peasants whirling; bright colors
arcing like rainbow cirrus
striated across deep azure heavens,
or the sensual backsteps of tango –
dark eyes driving deep into my interior,
demanding passion, not complacency.
Tea, on the other hand, is ceremony.
Small cups and dainty painted-on mouths.
I can sip and nothing is demanded,
save appreciation upon inhalation.
Service, too, backs up –
but shuffles, not gyrates away.
Eyes cast downward, indirect.
Life is lustful; she is sublime.
Tides strip out, swirl and eddy –
roll in, crash to shore.
Claps of thunder or the soft pad
of a snow leopard;
Locked in the embrace of paradox,
I submit to the dance.
Beautiful mindfulness
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Thanks, dear Tazein. I appreciate it!
Very thoughtful, Bela. Emotions perfectly captured through your words. 🙂
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