It’s wet, it’s cold.
May I be so bold,
As to invite thee,
For a cup of tea?
God of fire
Blood of the earth,
Fires from the hearth.
Water, air, earth & fire,
The elements aspire
to join in harmony.
A cup
Learning, doing,
No learning, no doing.
Empty space relating,
To all that is uniting,
In that which is unrelenting,
Yet never occurring.
It exists without itself,
And thus ends up on the shelf.