Galaxies in a tea-cup

Many galaxies
Passes through a gaze
In a cup of Smokey tea
Revolving round and round

A turn of hand
Churn the tea-milk
Harbinger of truth
Redeem our pledge

Spoon being held
In between fingers
Points in direction
where wave forms as it turns

Thought sprouts invariably
Heralded by waves, announces
The arrival of
Macrocosm into microcosm!