Brewing Chaos in the Cosmic Teahouse

In a teahouse beyond time and space,
Where galaxies swirl in porcelain’s embrace,
A ceremony begins, both solemn and wild,
As reality bends, by absurdity beguiled.

The tea master, with five-fingered hand,
Stirs constellations into her brewing stand.
Her robe, a map of fractal design,
Shifts patterns with each sip of cosmic wine.

Golden apples float in steaming cups,
While sacred chao spoons ladle star-stuff up.
Guests sit on cushions of quantum foam,
In this ever-shifting celestial home.

Mindful moments stretch to eons long,
As black holes gurgle a kettle’s song.
The scent of jasmine and nebula dust,
Mingles with laughter’s chaotic gust.

Zen and Discord dance hand in hand,
As teacups levitate on command.
Enlightenment hides in each bubble’s pop,
While universes brew, steep, and swap.

Satori strikes like lightning zen,
Then fades to giggles, again and again.
In this cosmic brew of order and mess,
Absurdity and peace find oneness.

So raise your cup to the vast unknown,
Where wisdom and folly are equally grown.
In this tea ceremony of cosmic mirth,
Chaos and calm find endless rebirth.