Of course, this tea party requires the perfect location, i.e. space-time and while I sit and explore the views, I can imagine success on a secluded beach, in an old opium den, in an attic, in a large Bedouin tent, on a stone slab projecting out over a glacier-lined lake...
In any case, the tea party would have all the right guests in all their best clothes. we would sip three teas - a Chinese tea, a flavored tea, and an herbal drink, all spiked with the drops of liquid sunshine and spilling over with potent qi.
tiny cups
tiny sips
of life
that burn away the edges
and make light
of the dream
as it has become too real
for even laughter
and for really
all there is,
is laughter
you are free, so
smile into the sun
and know that it is done
without even sipping the tea
(I borrowed and re-used an image from - photomato on Flickr.com)
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