Tea House in Blue Mountains

Mountain air brings clear vision.
Fog and white clouds mixing as foam.
Built in the hillside, with nature’s cohesion
fantasy huts by an owner-gnome.

One of the seven variety goblins
she cleans pine forests and boils charm’s drinks.
Beautiful drapes from blue magical poplin
cover hut’s windows with skies interlinks.

Loud and noisy, each morning in pairs,
white kookaburras create serenades.
Blue of the gums mixed with orange affairs; 
foliage of trees moulds enchanted arcades.

Next to the quick stream that runs through the garden
over the pond a tea house was built
raising it’s pitched roof and part of the barton 
dreams of Japan in Australia fulfilled.

Slender and graceful it floats over water
dipping the base in the lotus filled pond.
Temple to “Tea” with the golden pagoda
miracle healings with black wooden wands.

Sitting on silk covered elegant cushions,
we formed a part of the ancient beliefs,
tempting attraction of fragrant infusions
careful blending of water and leaves.

Ritual movements and musical murmur
different teas to restore and uplift
dreams, meditations and mystery tremors;
this is the way to enjoy and to live.