The Voice of Infusions

 

These leaves are words, they exist on their own

Whether we think them, or even know them

They’re here in existence since they’ve been sown 

They speak all languages, gleaming like gems

 

This water is space, a medium, a page 

It etches, engraves, cannot be undone 

A carrier of peace, madness or rage

It can trickle, twirl, or heavily run

 

This tea is a message fused forever

Never repeated, but always recalled

A labor of love, a soul endeavor 

An embrace sought, or a much needed scald

 

You are the author yet also the guest

You enable whats there to pierce you through

You drink and graft this message to your chest

And when you share it, the world can be blessed

-Danae Garriga

42B557D5-7442-4F8C-97CD-C2271556E5EA90EE56FD-F560-41F1-87F5-54D1809F6023

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s