Sitting comfortably

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Sitting comfortably, up to my chest
A pond that has no border:
An ocean without islands or continents.
Eternity fading past the light
Of the candle's flame; uncharted darkness.

Sitting comfortably, up to my chest
Each
Filling of the cup
Sound of the pouring
Sip of the tea
Whiff of the aroma
Inhalation of the incense
A ripple:
Born and fleeting.

Sitting comfortably, up to my chest
Letting the vibrations trail off.
For a moment
Acknowledged
Embraced
Absorbed
Channeled;
Felt
Forgotten
For a moment
Recalled in the next ripple.

Sitting comfortably, up to my chest
I am in momentary stillness.
I touch my lips to the liquid's surface
Sending ripples into eternity.

• BlueShizz
  Aug 28, 2008
  Nice, it's almost like you could turn it into a song.

• Date Added
• Aug 27, 2008 at 9:47 AM
• Article Type
• Literature
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• Poetry
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• Religion
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