Presence
Tea for two.
The clink of spoons stirring.
Steam rising.
A mysterious silence,
undetectable by strangers,
more powerful than conversation.
Presence.
Poem: Presence
Quarry House
The poetry, photographs and thoughts of Tom Atkins
Presence
Tea for two.
The clink of spoons stirring.
Steam rising.
A mysterious silence,
undetectable by strangers,
more powerful than conversation.
Presence.
Quarry House 
Domo Arigato for this moment of sencha zen.
Had to look it up! You’re welcome, and be well.