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.