—a reverent sip of origin and memory, carrying the hum of something ancient beneath the modern grind

It bloomed in scent, in smoke, in song,
A taste that knew it’s where you’re from.
The fruit was sharp, the body wild,
A lineage dressed, un-reconciled.
You drank, you paused, you heard it hum,
The sound of roots you’d never come.

Each note a voice, each sip a prayer,
A whispered truth, you borrowed there.
The floral bite, the earth below,
A memory roast from long ago.
You called it bright, you called it new,
But old ghosts brewed the cup for you.

A heritage in every pour.
You taste the past, then ask for more.


📜 Ethiopian Echoes – The Recipe

Ingredients:

Instructions:
Grind light roast beans medium-fine. Pour water slowly, evenly, in circles, a meditation in steam. Sip quietly. Let the fruit, the soil, the smoke, and the centuries meet in your chest. Do not rush. This cup remembers.