The Nothingness of Tea

Now is all I have
as tea is in the making
unimportant past and future
leave me recalling Zen

Quietly exhaling the day in to air
no words need be spoken
between friends
who met by chance

The Ochawan offered
thick green froth
steaming hot
rejuvenating my soul

Bittersweet warmth
kindness between friends
I realize
now is all I have

Peppermint Tea House - For Sam's Kids

A Peppermint tea house on a minty green street
a hip little tea house where everyone meets
A cute little door leads to a pink little table
where short pudgy women serve soup with a ladle

The hot cups of tea are poured from a bowl
which rises from the floor through a strange little hole
Where tiny yellow men crawl out of the dark
and order up chowder on a whim and a lark

The Peppermint tea house is oh quite the rave
It’s coming to Berkeley and then to Del Rey
So come early for soup and tea if you’re able
I’ll reserve you a spot at the pink little table