Beauty is the reward of the unintended. Nothing ages more rapidly than art which strains towards immortality from the moment of inception. The most durable works grow out of the moment, are marked by it. And while they are linked to the moment, they are pledged to the future. There is no true work of art that is not primarily related to the present from which it arose; and none that is related only to the present."
Peter Ruedi

Would you care for a cup?

I like pouring your tea, lifting
the heavy pot, and tipping it up,
so the fragrant liquid streams in your china cup.

Or when you're away, or at work,
I like to think of your cupped hands as you sip,
as you sip, of the faint half-smile of your lips.

I like the questions – sugar? – milk? –
and the answers I don't know by heart, yet,
for I see your soul in your eyes, and I forget.

Jasmine, Gunpowder, Assam, Earl Grey, Ceylon,
I love tea's names. Which tea would you like? I say
but it's any tea for you, please, any time of day,

as the women harvest the slopes
for the sweetest leaves, on Mount Wu-Yi,
and I am your lover, smitten, straining your tea.


----Carol Ann Duffy

"Don't you know yet? Fling the emptiness out of your arms
into the spaces we breathe; perhaps the birds
will feel the expanded air with more passionate flying."

Rilke

...everytime my voice gets stuck in my throat,all I wish to do is shout out LOUD.