Daily Enlightenment

I dug into the grounds about eight times
The struggle was built from sweat
Tears and fears
Physical and mental anguish of those
Liquid reflections of the night
To the dawn of what felt like mankind
Keeping focused on my goal
Succeeding at every inch
The elevation gave me a swirling buzz
At times I doubted myself and life
But I persevered
Eight times seemed enough.
It was exhausting and exhilarating.
Before I set my work into action.
It gets heated before my eyes in anticipation.
As I watched every single drop of water
Seemingly fall from its dark origins
Absorbing the robust aroma and nutty color
Taking its final fall down to the bottom of the glass
And lay there restless.
Only for another splash to follow in kind.
Soon. It was like a pool of dark flavor.
I allowed nature to take its course
And carry the momentum.
Water dropped on top of each other
To a flowing stream
After a time, the flow of droplets changed pace
And no longer ran like a faucet, but
slowed to the sound of a ticking clock.
When the metered rhythm calmed
to an audible one-two-three-etc
My work was near completion.
A moment of silence.
My senses have been brewed.
A sigh in relief and anticipatory transcendence
I take the tempered liquid and transfer
into another vessel...then...
For my lips to envelope the rim...
bliss has nearly arrived...
as the burnt umber chases down my throat
to inform my nervous system
about the pending and probably
impending physical visceral and psychological pretzel
that we find ourselves in the most mundane and ordinary circumstances
of just saying hello to our family, lovers, neighbors, and friends.
I can only go one sip at a time.