Cinnamon bark, cloves and cardamom seeds
Clean in running water
Fill a *** with water
Add spices and light the fire
Five minutes in breathe in the aroma
And allow the sensation to seep through your selves.
Allow the spices to guide
The jolting spices quiver
And their essence gently begins to alter the water
The spices are a microcosm of what happens when you are near him
They jolt like your laughter,
And the shifting color mimics yesterday’s dim lights
A symbol of his encircling, dominating presence
Once again you lower your head and the profundity of the scent
makes knowledge faint and redundant
You place your cup by the stove
And you quiver as the tea rides the cup.
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 8:44 AM UTC
Cinnamon bark, cloves and cardamom seeds
Clean in running water
Fill a *** with water
Add spices and light the fire
Five minutes in breathe in the aroma
And allow the sensation to seep through your selves.
Allow the spices to guide
The jolting spices quiver
And their essence gently begins to alter the water
The spices are a microcosm of what happens when you are near him
They jolt like your laughter,
And the shifting color mimics yesterday’s dim lights
A symbol of his encircling, dominating presence
Once again you lower your head and the profundity of the scent
makes knowledge faint and redundant
You place your cup by the stove
And you quiver as the tea rides the cup.
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