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LESSON IN A CUP
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I can tell time by the warmth of my tea
I want to drink it when it's just right
If my attention wanders the tea grows cold
As day passes into night
If I'm in the moment my attention is present
I can drink the tea when it's just warm
It's the same with my life path, I must pay attention
To avoid things that might bring harm
Thoughts are like an ancient wood
Full of prickers and tangled vines
We must not get lost in our pathless minds
We must not miss all the signs
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