Tea poetry (from neighboring Japan)

on drinking Tea alone and with others

In my own hands I hold a bowl of tea; I see
all of nature represented in its green color. Closing my eyes
I find green mountains and pure water within my own heart.
Silently sitting alone and drinking tea, I feel these become part of me.

Sharing this bowl of tea with others, they, too, become one with it and nature.
That we can find a lasting tranquility in our own selves in the company with each other is the paradox that is the Way of Tea.

Iemoto Zabosai SEN Soshitsu XVI
Grand Master of Tea, Japan

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