Sweet, Sweet Chai



When life spins 
Like the pinwheels in my garden to frighten the crows, 
And I am unable to focus or fly away,
Transfixed by the blurry metallic glare...
It is time to pour the tea.

When a friend cries and cries 
And I stand on the grass barefoot
Trying to be a grounded listener but feeling as helpless
      as the dandelion seeds I kick into the air…
It is time to pour the tea.

When the water is not pristine,
When my favorite cup is missing,
When my hands are shaking- 
     especially there…
It is time, we must make the time
To pour the tea.

Rise untethered.
Move with intention.
Be grand.

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