by your presence
refuge, naked at my feet
porcelain bowl, brimmed and steaming
down of linen hushed in tones of sandalwood.
To your ward
small steps, unfold as utter leaps
devotion, as a lifetime owed tea otemae
contemplative lash sipped brush half lidded eye.
kimono soft silk wisps, as rain
to earth, assured
diffuse your lips intoned the silent, exact, the climb.