The Man and the Sea
The ocean, a constant dance
Ancient smell, waves of wrinkles
Taste of melancholy
Your roars and heaves humble men
Much already known, yet so little
Your smile, wider than the ocean
What should I do with you?
by Vulture, 2005
When all the consciousness is poured into us, and thoughts slowly settle, the imagery becomes crystal clear for a fleeting moment but what this all means remain nebulous and elusive. Will you have a cup of tea with me?
Some take it hot; some take it cold. Some like it smooth and sweet; some like it sharp and dry. Some like it light; some like it strong. Some have it plain and simple; some embellish it with adornments. Some like it herbal, natural and mellow; some simply spice it up. Some have it from a paper cup; some bring out their best china. Some have it to go on the run; some sip it leisurely on the porch on a cloudless day. Some share it with friends and family; some curl up next to it and a good book. To some, it is a staple; to some others, it is a luxury. It is an art; it is a science.