Tea Talks😊

*Drinking From The Saucer*

_by John Paul Moore_
I’ve never made a fortune,

And I’ll never make one now

But it really doesn’t matter

‘Cause I’m happy anyhow. 

As I go along my journey

I’m reaping better than I’ve sowed

I’m drinking from the saucer

‘Cause my cup has overflowed. 

I don’t have a lot of riches,

And the going’s sometimes tough

But with kin and friends to love me

I think I’m rich enough. 

I thank God for the blessings

That His mercy has bestowed

I’m drinking from the saucer

‘Cause my cup has overflowed. 

He gives me strength and courage

When the way grows steep and rough

I’ll not ask for other blessings

For I’m already blessed enough. 

May we never be too busy

To help bear another’s load

Then we’ll all be drinking from the saucer

When our cups have overflowed.

*May your cup always overflow.*🙏

Art for Me… 

Some blobs of paint, a selection of brushes, a surface to work on and imagination….  LOADS of it! And patience,  to build up from nothing, a dream that exists only within you. An ephemeral idea that burns, sometimes brightly, at other times mildly and needs to be attended to. 

This excitement of capturing something intangible and giving it some sort of form for the world to see, is art for me. 

It takes me to places within me that I never knew existed. It introduces me to parts of my personality I didn’t know were there. It makes me observe nature like it might my last view of it. And while doing this, I miss nothing. My world is complete. I am in the world that I create. I am a bee hovering over a blooming Lotus and I am the shadow under a languid Lotus leaf…. And when it is all done, I wash my brushes and gently come back to this other world and drive myself home… Cocooned in silence and peace that even the raging traffic and piercing horns cannot penetrate….

This is art for me.

Lotus Prayers

The expanse of a lake filled with blooming Lotus can relax any mind. Even when painting in the studio, the feeling is similar. As I choose colors and blend them, moving way back to see if there is a sense of space in my canvas, I feel touched by an unknown power. It imparts peace and joy and a strange contentment that makes me feel complete… I want for nothing then, except to share that beautiful joy with others … ☺️🌼