ODE TO MY KETTLE
[ can’t get any peace without quiet, dept. ]
ODE TO MY KETTLE
You’re warmly with me every morning,
You’re sighing near me every night.
You’re my constant companion.
You sing and bring me such delight.
In Canada it was dark hot coffee,
In Italy your black tea was right.
In America you served green tea,
’tis this morning’s quiet delight.
Without you kettle, there’s no arising,
no settling into the fading day.
Whatever it is you’re doing,
it’s easing me along the way.
Truth too, ’twas there at my elbow,
sipping with sinners, saints and sages.
It was looking outside, over there, elsewhere.
Seems all truth reveals itself in stages.
One morning, savoring a satsang cuppa,
seems it finally came to see:
it was always this deepening love
searching for itself, not me.
Aware living’s a grace in knowing
who and what we are.
A love in being this flowing,
not waiting for some distant star.
Love knows what it’s looking for,
mere mind cannot ever see.
Look inside to know peace within,
enjoy your self now, with tea. 🙂
~ art by Hu Yuepeng, Vancouver BC 🙂
