One day I was matcha
Thick green tea in a heavy bowl.
even this clay bowl can not contain my vitality
The quickness of my soul cannot be contained by matter
I am a green storm, whirling with ecstatic joy.
Leaping over clay and lip
Towards the inner experience of a human being.
I am electric vitality waiting to barge down doors
Opening inner channels, some blocked by pain
Some blocked by memories
Some blocked by thoughts of things that never happened.
I was born in mineral earth,
Raised by root and trunk,
And leafed into the wind.Picked by true hands
Ground in stone and air
Sifted into a caddy.
Waiting for you,
waiting for me.