Reality Tea Cup (Poem)

Steam rises from the tea.

Consider these things.

When I lift the tea cup, I do so with wonder.

I do not think, “oh, if only I had a different vessel!”

When I sip the tea, I do so with appreciation.

I do not think, “oh, if only this were a different drink!”

This is the cup; this is the tea.

Right here; right now; where I am in this moment.

I drink with gratitude and enjoyment.