Thought of posting this , Wrote this poem last year after grinding spices for tea mix and meditating . It received some good feedback at this poetry site. May be you will like it . Here I go by Violet Seema :) allpoetry/contest/winners/Violet%20Seema Tea Preparing tea spice for my Master With open mind and open heart Using a pestle and mortar Trying to make it without making it With the stillness of my mind… Don’t know how to do it Wish my mortar will become Larger and larger May I keep putting spices So fragrant, so beautiful Trying to put “words” in it That no one can say Like pure nectar I am just a thirsty beggar… With devotion and humility Immersing self in heart sutra Like melting ice Washing myself with myself Purifying myself Trying to grind slowly With depths of my mind and heart Giving me profound reverence Even the sun came down Grinding the fragrant “dust” of spice Enveloping my soul Sound of pestle sound like Sound of bell in temple Ringing before meditation Serenity of grinding Purifying my mind and heart Enlightening my mind Enriching my soul Aroma of tea spice Soon start to infuse within me Soon my soul start to Communicate with universal soul Making me free from yesterday and tomorrow Desire and ego Slowly my identity start to Immerse in the spices Reaching a deep state of tranquility Soon the speech of heart sutra Starting to grind with mix Transforming mix into golden mix Dew of tear drops started to flow And I started to worship the glory Of this golden mix with respect and devotion Savoring in my heart…. Master, please accept it I myself now keep A partake of this tea spice Will have it only after You have it…..
Posted on: Wed, 03 Sep 2014 15:59:59 +0000
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