The spoon Tings against the ceramic in Cadence like a small church bell Warmth emanates to my hands Smells of roasted oat and cardboard permeate my nostrils Ribbons of honey and chamomile bathe my taste buds The mug is ordinary, green, A cricket orchestra, a soundtrack to this Harmonious moment. i committed to stay in silence, And should not be writing, but my Lips curled up in Joy and i had to Share it with you. You do not need fixing, she said, You are not broken i believed her for that moment, my Heart’s vision stretched to encompass every One Richness Opened towards Love Compassionate threads in the Wholeness of Life