Ritual & Fire
On an ordinary Wednesday
Where the sky has a dozen reasons
To hide the Sun from me—
With a mundane mug I sit quietly,
Sipping Ayurvedic tea
In daily ceremony.
A piquant yellowing emerges
As the clouds dissolve for a brief moment
Behind,...
Where the sky has a dozen reasons
To hide the Sun from me—
With a mundane mug I sit quietly,
Sipping Ayurvedic tea
In daily ceremony.
A piquant yellowing emerges
As the clouds dissolve for a brief moment
Behind,...