Brewed tea cools in the cup
held by cold hands warming up
while teeth chatter
and the mind clatters
through the early morning fog
clearing thoughts
mangled and strangled
by deep sleep.
Crossing all borders of energy
at too high a frequency
where multiple realities
cluster and gather.
The first sip of tea
clears it all away,
and grounds words that sway
safe, on solid earth,
an anchor and a base
of lower frequency
that is surely me.
I am stardust captured long ago
by mother earth.
Stardust still resides inside,
contained by my mortality,
waiting to be set free
to higher densities.
annarino writes 