An Empty Cup and Mercy

My cup is empty of herbal tea
and a deep longing caresses my heart
on this cold winter night.
It is quiet and there exist a somewhat subtle inner beauty,
delicately reminding me of the fullness of time
and the richness and wholeness of existence.
It articulates what mercy is all about.

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About Virgilio Gavia

Interests: poetry, photography, writing (prose and poetry), walking/hiking, reading (non-fiction and books of poetry) drinking coffee and herbal teas, camping, fishing, contemplating, solitude, silence, traveling, faded jeans, meaningful conversation, wabi-sabi, haiku, tanka, Jazz, Classical, oldies, all the books of Thomas Merton, Joseph Campbell, Thomas Moore, John O'Donohue, Mary Oliver, David Whyte, Mark Strand, ancient Chinese and Japanese poets, The Bible, spirituality, philosophy, psychology, sociology, history, humanities and the arts.
This entry was posted in Connection, Contemplation, Deeper Truth, Inner Knowing, Inner Life, Knowing, Love, Moment of Peace, Ruminations, sentimentalism, Silence, Spirituality, Winter. Bookmark the permalink.

5 Responses to An Empty Cup and Mercy

  1. Well said…Time has more weight in the quiet…

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