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


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