I awaken and rise to make tea.

I take my first sip and then.

Immediately afterwards that moment expands,

Stretched apart by unseen hands.

I step into the opening as I swallow the tea.

Darkness which is not darkness enfolds me.

The taste of puer pulls the earth inside.

We rest in knowledge of primordial ground.

No beginning; no end; no self; no other.

I take a second sip and smile.