The first taste of you washes my heart with gold,
waxes my moon,
brings me to the depths of primordial bliss.

The second sip binds my eternal soul slave to your divine kiss.

With the third I am set free,
climbing toward heaven as a morning glory embracing a tree.

A fourth sip brings me to the brink,
my heart full of joy into your eyes I sink.

Gypsy Love Song

As I read these words the other day, it came to me that this is so perfectly aligned with what I often feel drinking my first cup of morning tea.

It is interesting to me that words can often so aptly describe sensations that are almost unfathomable as you experience them. Then often times there are no words to describe an experience. Mabye those are the times that no words need to be spoken.
Life in the moment of a good tea and a beautiful love song.