On a cliff
Sitting on a cliff, hanging above the waves
beneath the Moon I sip my Fire-brewed tea thinking of you
After all, as you read this words you're here with me (there's more tea in the pot, have some)
you can feel the spice as the night birds wake up with their mysterious cry
We're here together bathing in the clouds and currents being, sitting, breathing as the Universe unfolds through us.