A Cup of Tea (111)
As the birds sing each morning at sunrise,
the heart fills with song at the dawn of meditation.
As flowers bloom in spring,
the soul is drenched in fragrance
as meditation is born.
As everything glistens green beneath the rain,
the consciousness shines with many colours as
All this and much more takes place,
and this is only the beginning.
Ultimately everything goes;
fragrance, colour, light, music –
And an inner space, like the sky, appears –
empty, formless, without quality.
Wait for that. Long for that.
The signs are good, so do not waste even a moment.
Go on! I am always with you.
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