“Sipping on a Cup of Coffee”

This morning I jumped out of my dreams, and now I’m awake, and it is cold and rainy, and this is my life.

Sipping on this cup of coffee, I am free from thought.

It is bitter and wakes me to the world.

It tastes like some sort of metaphysics that wants to be grumpy.

In the midst of metaphysics, I sip on coffee and smile because it is bitter.

In spite of any truth, it tastes like Love.