Edification: Tea Tale

There are
So many
Different kinds
Of tea

It’s difficult
To decide
Which one
To brew;

Each one
Seems equally precious
And so delicious,
Makes me feel ambitious

But can’t drink too much
For various health reasons,
Too much zest
Is not always best,

Yet sitting in stillness
With a cup of it
Can be a meditation
In itself;

Watching the steam
Arising from
The hot black
And savouring the aroma;

Pouring in the milk
And seeing it swirl
As the spoon I twirl
And stir;

These actions alone
Bring the present home
To this brief awareness
That comes and goes.

Edibles: Restocking

What’s on?
More grocery shopping,
Although my fatigue
Threatened to derail this expedition,

Still mindful reflection
Brought new joy and satisfaction
And I managed
To perfection;

Even though
I probably
Bought a little
Too much,

My sturdy buggy
Held up
Under the heavy weight
And felt remarkably light.

The hot sun
Slowed us not,
As we zoomed down the street,
My buggy and I;

Intrepid road warriors
Need not apply
But I thought it was fun,
Especially the part about getting home;

These mundane moments
Are really the best,
Their wholesome flavour
Not to be missed,

Forgotten so easily
But treasured while they last,
Dissolving slowly
Into the past.

Edge: Delimiting

Upon reflection on
Yesterday’s foolishness,
At last I remembered
What I said on July 1st,

Recognizing the futility
Of this endless thirst
For meaning,
As if that matters;

Insight bursts forth
And I laugh
At my pettiness,
My thickheaded silliness,

Born of habit, perhaps
But regardless
A practice to be abandoned!
If true happiness is my aim;

Letting go of all
That is inane
That drives me insane
If allowed to persist,

How to break out of this?
It’s the only worthy goal
If there is such a thing
In the light of my reflecting;

The white light of reason
And well-directed good sense,
Of wisdom that cuts through
My own nonsense;

No time can be wasted,
This I must get straight!
No matter what my duties,
All my time is free.