A poem to Coffee

we started off in dry land

There was water behind us-- Enchanting

rhythmic soothing rivers, Splashing

in-tense fast and hope springs from off

lilly pads

--Chasing dreams with tastes of

dissecting-bark, peeling-back and 

crystal bubbles sip- phat-hallow-magic, 

drips slip

like drops of retrospecting life sometimes

with or when

subtle pettings or paving-smooth-lines-

give way to comfort & balance.

Awakes the eyes - Awakes the mind;

Awake . Find - Open Kindness - Blind . Deaf,

and numb Sighs.

Tries on muddy terrains, tries on the unknown

gradings and tries to read the nature

crush bean, fuse water kind of, flavorful navigational

patience can uncover that all the earth is powerful

and all this music beautiful. is.

It is. It's just so hard sometimes

Dark sometimes. Especially without

the fairy-tail-light end-stick-cherry,

Can't inhale coffin-nails, any longer.

Dares thee

Thinks lighter. More cream. No sugar

Needs peace. And Steam. The heat

on both palms is more fetal-position,

And Needs a nice face

to breath these savoring natural

ways of human behavior and deep mugs of

caffiene with. Gets closer. The smell like Rover.

The life like its aroma.

And here we sit, like yoga. 

In robe. With no rush

to get our feet wet.