My new Special Friend

Oh how I love you
let me count the sips
I love you to the depth and breadth of my thirst
Your glaze like the sea
Sapphire swimming in cobalt with flecks of sky and jade
brightening around the lip and darkening into earthy bark around the edge before the plunge into my oolong tea

I have fallen in love with this tea cup. This cup is a perfect fit for my palms to wrap around and raise to my ready lips. This cup has no ego, no pain body, no emotions whatever. It is calm, peaceful, inanimate. Though this is my favorite cup, if I should decide to pick another cup for my next refreshment, this cup won't mind at all. It will wait peacefully for me to come back to it, or for someone else to come along and fill it up. And that's fine with me. This cup is so lovely, I wouldn't want to deny anyone the experience of indulging. Oh, I do love this cup! I'm delighted to have come across it. And, though I am enjoying it immensely, I realize that it isn't really mine. At some point the owners, for whom I am house-sitting, will return, or the cup will crack or break, or be stolen and taken for ransom or become lost in some other way. I will cherish the memory, but I will not be broken. I will collect my delight, and move on, as one must do in this turbulent world.