Tear-Water Tea - Tiles

My heart whispers

All that reason cannot hear

Tear-water tea consoles me

Melancholy, calm and still

Contemplating things that seem to me unfair

Flowers wilting in a vase

Lines that crease a child’s face

Shadows dancing as candles burn in solitude

As droplets fall into the kettle it overflows

Wonder steeps in release

I drink from the cup of wisdom bittersweet

Tear-water tea restores me

Words that wound and love that kills

Can’t see the forest

For the trees distract our view

Answers written in a book ignored

Empty boats to captain through the storms

Expectations that beckon through a prison door

The journey pulls my head from the sand

As we weep with the wise

And reject laughter

Crowing from the mouths of fools

Weakened by the strain

Old habits return

Like a hand outstretched

Grasping for the stick unfetched

As droplets fall into the kettle it overflows

Wonder steeps in release

I drink from the cup of wisdom bittersweet

Tear-water tea restores

Simple and pure

Silent recourse

Cleansing remorse reveals

Silver the lining that shines in the tin

At peace with truth

Inspired by «Owl at Home» by Arnold Lobel