Sipping the Whole Thing

Cookbooks on my lap, this dawn thunderstorm, tea losing steam.

Everything and everyone loses steam; we move towards entropy. I can feel it happening in the decisions I make or the judgements I forgo. Tea cools towards room temperature and we act like we are losing something – some great flavor or zest – some vital comfort or knowledge. Yet when one arrives here, at this no-where place, this lake of cooled tea, we sip the sobering temperateness and realize we are at peace.

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Some one I care about deeply is leaving my orbit. Sadness rises like elegant exhalations from my tea. As it all cools, I am left with who I am.

I am the immaculate flower, dying. Petals meet ground. Roots constrict. My decomposition returns to the loam, giving way to life another day. And so are you. The process of life needs all the parts – life, death, and regeneration. I am not just me. I am everything which contains everything else.

The horrors of the world are me.

The elephant on the Savannah giving birth is me.

Can you see the inter-being?

Look deeply and share the pain and joys of the whole world in order that all are healed.