A cup of tea

Half awake, I reach out for a tea bag and a kettle.

Water pouring to the halfway mark and from

the moment I turn that teakettle on,

its subtle hissing voice gets

activated in my head:

‘Take a seat, pour your tea,

And now get comfortable

and pay attention, my child.’

I take my first sip and enjoy…

‘You are born with the sweet

nectar of God stuff, but it rests

undetected at the bottom

of your consciousness

just like honey sitting

at the bottom of your

morning cup of tea.’

I am intrigued.

‘Sipping only

from the surface

will give the illusion

that there is

much bitterness.

Dive deep, my child,

so that the hidden God stuff

within is stirred and

becomes the sweetness

in every sip moment

of this life.’