I am in a bright, clear space
surrounded by tea bowls.
the work of master hands --
from the infinitely subtle
to the rough essence of earth and stone.
"which are your favorites," she asks.
and I am dumbfounded --
each is so alive in its own being.
earth, air, fire, water
body, mind, spirit
all transformed.
become a vessel to hold tea.
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