Tea

Warmth is felt on my lips

aroma fills the air

Nothing else exists

eyes in a relaxed stare.

Tea is my meditation

a sacredness unsurpassed,

relaxed for the duration

and when the drinking has passed

I am left with sweet, lingering elation.

Senses heightened- oh this is my haven

My sacred space- just me and my tea.

Oil Painting by Rebecca Thompson http://rebeccathompson.net/