hands cupped into half moons legs folded on tatami mats we gaze out across raked white pebble oceans and see the steam that rises from the kami's morning tea waiting with the mountains for the sun. at this moment even the leaves are still.
hands cupped into half moons legs folded on tatami mats we gaze out across raked white pebble oceans and see the steam that rises from the kami's morning tea waiting with the mountains for the sun. at this moment even the leaves are still.