Tea Ceremony – a poem

Tea Ceremony On my mat in the temple The tea’s steam rises. It points the way. The path is not straight. Not easy. It silently winds around Nothing. Imaginary unseen Obstacles. Unseen mountains Where it meets Snowflakes Making their way down To earth. Advertisements

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One of my favorite patrons came into the library yesterday. He is paralyzed from waist down and can only say a few phrases. His brain, otherwise, works fine and he understands everything we say to him. He is a brilliant man and his reference questions are quite challenging. I have had to learn how to […]

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