A Cup of Tea (50)
I have got your letter.
I know well how your soul thirsts;
soon it can be quenched –
you are right at the brink of the lake;
you only have to open your eyes,
and I can see that the lids are about to lift.
I shall be with you then,
always with you,
so don’t worry.
Be patient and wait;
the seed takes its own time to break and bloom.
Give my regards to all.
More when we meet.