Category Archives: Tea

In a single moment


When tea becomes ritual, it takes its place at the heart of our ability to see greatness in small things.

Where is beauty to be found? In great things that, like everything else, are doomed to die,
or in small things that aspire to nothing, yet know how to set a jewel of infinity in a single moment?”

― Muriel Barbery


Share a bowl of tea


Guest and host both joined as one, share a bowl of tea. In tranquil meditation, no margin divides their hearts. The tea garden is a way apart from this bustling world and its many cares. Why not sweep away the dust from within our hearts?

Let Tea


Let Tea
Let tea drink you,
Let tea experience you
Let tea taste you, savor you, ponder you
Sit in tea’s belly, laughing softly
Soak into tea’s leaves and veins
Let your nature meet tea’s nature
Tea will breathe you and sigh,
And you will become something else.

Old Po

Tea enters the room


Tea enters the room
and asks for a seat
drink with me, pray with me
lets get ecstatic together
and be released from our forms.
Tea saiz, I have lived in the forest for
Hundreds of years
And felt the flashing passage of human life
A spark, carried off in the cosmic wind.
There is so much I want to share with you
Nature is all ears, listening, responding, harmonious songs,
But man has only two and it is hard for him to hear outside himself.
Nature made me to talk to you
Sip me, sit in silence with me and I will tell you many secrets
Let me unfold for you the deeper rythums of life
Let me whisper in your heart about the peace that comes from surrender
Listening is the key to drinking tea,
And the key to so much more.
Drink me and and feel the love
Nature has for you.

Olde Po



The emptiness in the seeing which is called Vision
Transcends definition as something or nothing;
When seeing, is there nothing there?
But if there is an object of sight, there is no Vision.

The profundity that is called Meditation
Lies beyond the presence or absence of mental images;
When there is no mental image there is no object of meditation,
And when there is a point of reference there is no act of meditation.

He whose moral action is called spontaneous activity
Has gone beyond the possibility of choice;
When there is no bias or discrimination, there is no perfect action,
And when there is no accepting or rejecting, where is moral action?

Padma Lingpa’s Dzogchen Song

Seperation is only an illusion…


Separation is only an illusion. Breathe. Allow your heart to open. It is the mountain top, it reaches to heaven. Your belly is the Earth, its fire heats your heart. They meet in unison. Your arm, your finger is the mountain stream. Now pour the tea from the place where heaven and Earth meet in silence. This space is love and can only be shared.

Tea Sounds


Pine winds and juniper rains first arrive;
Quickly I lift brass bottle to leave bamboo stove.
Waiting until after voices heard all fall silent;
One bowl of Spring Snow surpasses fine wine.

Luo Da Jing’s Song-dynasty poem Tea Sounds