Tea Break

 

painted on handmade paper with black tea 

a cup of tea
spells both
togetherness
and solitude
dialogue and
silence
a conversation
with oneself 
and a conversation
with tea: often
the two merge. in
tea circles they call
it brewing

Comments

Sofie said…
So touched by this beautiful poetic post and painting. Delicate and brave. It brings me back into your sweet company, offering your jing jang cups filled with amazing coloured home-brewed teas. Thanks for this post and for the heartwarming moments of togetherness.
April 1, 2023 at 6:05 AM
Lisa p2020 said…
seconding that ... Seema is tea. Both the art and soul of it.
April 1, 2023 at 8:01 AM
Avantika Nirupama said…
Bahot khoob, be it reflecting, be it pondering, be it tea-ing.
April 1, 2023 at 11:39 AM
Anonymous said…
Tea. Beautiful poem
April 1, 2023 at 5:50 PM
Rachna said…
Beeutiful ❤️
April 1, 2023 at 8:06 PM
Vali said…
Beautiful, merci
April 9, 2023 at 5:49 PM
anita said…
loved it, time for tea!!!
April 14, 2023 at 6:24 AM
Lia said…
I just finished my evening cup of tea as I read this.
This is EXACTLY how a cup of tea FEELS...

So beautifully captured. One of my favourite things in life. Thank you
May 21, 2023 at 5:35 PM
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