Can I surrender to my teapot?
a little Chinese purple earth
clay called yixing
a little teacup, so small
and a pot, faithfully shaped by hands
hands steeped in tea culture
beckoning me to steep myself
into tea
I rise to meet tea in the midst of my day
and, like the tea steam
rising to dissolve into this moment of daylight
I first settle into my container
a wooden stool
like the tea I settle down
so that I may be uplifted
I pour myself into this moment
just for now, no calls, no business
just settling down
and opening up
to warmth, clarity, delicious sagely wisdom
I don’t make it more complicated than it is
I don’t make it more simple than it is
I give myself to tea
It gives myself back to me