My tea cup is white
And the word tea is written on it
Just in case I forget what it’s for
It has a rounded bottom which is pleasant to hold
Especially to warm my fingers on days that are cold
Many times when I pick up this tea cup
I’m transported to my youth in Vancouver
I taught English and this cup was the one
That sat on my desk during those years
I taught immigrants
I taught international students
And all the while my tea cup kept me company
Ready for when it was needed
This tea cup is around thirty years old
It has been with me in the various countries and cities
I have lived in
It has witnessed many things
It is one of the constants in all the changes in my life
Let’s have some tea!
January 10th, 2022
It’s easier to love others when you feel loved
When you feel appreciated
When you feel cared for
When a cup is full
It can quench the thirst of others
An empty cup can’t offer much
Love, quenches the thirst and fills one’s cup
A cup filled with love
Brings the same joy to another one
May 2nd 2017
Can a place draw you closer to your
To the sacred within you?
Can a place move you so that you forget
What was pre-occupying you?
Replacing it with feelings of thankfulness
Can a place have the fragrance of love?
Even the air you breath, different from
Can a place lift you up to the heights of ecstasy
And bring you to the shore of joy?
Can a place draw you to itself as if
A force was attracting you?
Can a place inspire you to write
To record your thoughts and feelings?
Yes, such places do exist
And when I find one I keep going back
To fill my cup!
August 17th, 2015
We are the cup that floats on water
Gradually we drink our fill
The cup fills up
At that moment
The cup sinks and
The water inside
Joins the water outside
Is this annihilation
Or returning home
Is this he end
Or the beginning of freedom?
Oct. 20th, 2011