CAPTURED CONVERSATIONS 002: TEA
Water is good. But tea has taste. Just like me. Bwahahaha. Kidding.
Feb 4 2015
I exhale now
In one large sigh
As though the world
Constricts my chest
Though I’m not old
Or saddled with
The problems that
The others face
I sigh and heave
My soul to light
And breathe it back
To weigh it down
But once again
The world at times constricts my chest
And heaving, I release a sigh
My soul pours out, weighed down by gloom
And left to air with sun and wind
I take it back with one quick breath
To weigh it down with gloom again
A sponge for sadness, wrung each day
To summarize my father’s latest lesson:
– Hone your tools. Take time to rest, to sharpen your axe. Step away but make sure to come back, invigorated and improved.
– Learn to challenge yourself. Whether you are retired or have a lot of work, boredom can be found anywhere. Mix things up, do things differently, and face the challenge. Challenges can help as much as they hurt. We can survive longer if we think of them in the first category than the second.
After all, it is only with constant pressure and struggle that bread is able to be molded. And it is only with enough rest that it rises.
Rise and shine, my little bread rolls.
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A bitter taste shall greet my lips
A kiss, I cannot think my first
To be this way, like bitter truths
I cannot bear to hear from you
And yet the flavor soothes my tongue
In search of new, exotic tastes
My face shall wrinkle with each bite
Before I smile in ecstasy
From bitter starts come sweeter ends
Like love and life and other things
If I was a chocolate bar I would be dark.
Take a Bite
I want to taste a bit
And nibble for a while
The flavor floods my mouth
It sweeps into my bones
A taste, of what, perhaps?
Perhaps a slice of meat
That bleeds like open wounds
Or greens so fresh and moist
They crunch like money bills
That reach me every month
All this in bits and bites
For lunch, and so much more