Tea Leaf.

Tea Leaf

the beads of light
that you wear as a chain
are made from dreams

where lines you read
arnt make believe


the girl in red
a dress for you

every word that you type
is a leaf from the tree

i dove right through
after mixing the drinks
to find the seed

i gambled away
the day and night
playing cards
till i fell asleep

the slops of our potion
mixed on the floor
they made a puddle
and in the puddle
was a moving city

i went back in time
and saw the seed
fall from the table
it didnt float
like a grain of rice
a white boat
it went right through
didnt stop at the floor
till it was gone
from one world
to the next

i dove right through
to the land of Om
didnt know id meet him
or what would i find

this world was my dream

the seed
the seed
the seed
of the tree of life

He was a puddle maker, he carried a bamboo stick, he made puddles from the rain.  His name was Um because no-one knew his name.