Music Tea Party

I
We gather together
in harmony and trusting
hearts, to give ourselves,
our thoughts; transparent
souls, in notes presented here
in fair company.
Our meeting is not
a coincidence or fate,
but a wilful wish
to share what gifts we
have, these tiny treasures - seeds -
good things to repeat,
so blessings to you
in this music tea party,
may your hearts be warmed.

II
This morning, it's gray,
it's raining and warm, and hey,
finally the day
of nine months talk, but
all wishes and plans for naught
but delaying them.
The warm house of mints,
full of milk tea and honey,
the mess, it's a hint
at our hosts insides.
But put that aside, we're not
here to criticise such things,
but to enjoy this
meeting of sharing and art
that flows from the heart.
The first note begins,
then a melody follows,
be part of the flow
and loose the control
of practical reasoning;
be immersed in "now",
this music making,
our souls are revealed in truth
in this gathering.

III
We go one by one,
each different tune, different song,
sounds resound among
the warm afternoon
lit living room, filled with our
cups of milk tea for
drinking with cake and
drinking while listening and
drinking, enjoying,
the black and white keys
then the vibrating strings ease
into the fleeting,
blunt marimba, oh!
too soon the hands ticked by, but
in our parting, joy.