The Magic Cup
I was late for the tea party, the last one there, a wonderland setting for poetry and sharing.
“You have the magic cup. No one else chose it,” said the host. My eyes widened when I saw the cup and saucer with a royal golden design.
That would have been magic enough for me, especially remembering the long-ago dream I had of walking through a golden door, the transcendent way it felt and how my life changed after that.
But there was more to the magic tea cup. Look.
After sipping some luscious caramel puerh, a woman’s face appeared at the bottom of the cup. Who was she? A Japanese poet, I guessed.
It was a pretty good weekend with dancing at Dogtown, divining with soul cards, reading poetry out loud and sipping tea with good company from a magic gold cup. _________Our World Tuesday
November 22nd, 2021 5:40 pm
That is indeed an interesting cup! I think I would be a little spooked to see a face at the bottom of my empty cup.
November 23rd, 2021 9:22 am
The face in the cup and you were destined to meet. How profound you dreamed of walking through a golden door and your life changed. That IS magical.