I sit with my mala wrapped around my wrist.
In another room, I drink my tea. There I drop my tea cup.
As I count the beads, this accident causes my heart to shatter.
The tea cup remains whole, and I inhale the fragrance and sip.
The mala falls through the air. I catch it and resume my cadence.
Each breath repairs my heart. I taste the flavor of the tea and smile.