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
Empty your mind of all thoughts.
Let your heart be at peace.
Watch the turmoil of beings,
But contemplate their return.
Each separate being in the universe
Returns to the common source.
Returning to the source is serenity.
If you don’t realize the source,
You stumble in confusion and sorrow.
When you realize where you come from,
You naturally become tolerant,
disinterested, amused, kindhearted as a Grandmother, dignified as a king.
Immersed in wonder of the Tao,
you can deal with whatever life brings you, and when death comes, you are ready.
The students in the monastery were in total awe of the elder monk, not because he was strict, but because nothing ever seemed to upset or ruffle him. So they found him a bit unearthly and even frightening.
One day they decided to put him to a test. A bunch of them very quietly hid in a dark corner of one of the hallways, and waited for the monk to walk by.
Within moments, the old man appeared,
carrying a cup of hot tea. Just as he passed by, the students all rushed out at him screaming as loud as they could.
But the monk showed no reaction whatsoever. He peacefully made his way to a small table at the end of the hall, gently placed the cup down, and then, leaning against the wall, cried out with shock, “Ohhhhh!”
Not last night
Not this morning
Posted in Haiku, Poems, Zen
I hope you are not going to transform my words into concepts, new concepts that can be stored inside you. I don’t want to give you anything. I only want to dance for you, like the bee. If you see something, you must realize that you yourself have seen it. It is in you, not in my dance. Please go sleep next to a sleeping child. Look at the child. Or go into your yard and sit at the foot of an apple tree. Or go to the kitchen and make yourself a cup of tea. Whatever you do, do it in full attentiveness, in full awareness. Do not lose yourself in forgetfulness. Please don’t think at all about becoming one with the child, the tree, the tea. There is no need to think at all. Taste yourself with the child, taste yourself with the tree, taste yourself with the tea while a smile blossoms on your lips.
Thich Nhat Hanh
The sage enters samadhi,and he or she does not know there is an “outside world” to keep out or an “inside world” to penetrate. The world revels itself, even when the eyes are closed.The world is neither inner nor outer. It is vital and complete in any object of contemplation-the breath, the tip of the nose, a kung-an, or anything else as tiny as a speck of dust or as huge as a mountain. Whatever the object, it is not fragmented from ultimate reality. In fact, it contains the vast totality of reality.
Thich Nhat Hanh
Once you are fully in the present moment, you touch all the wonders of life that are available within you and around you.
Your eyes are wonders of life.
Your heart is a wonder of life.
The blue sky is a wonder of life.
The songs of the birds are wonders of life.
If you are available to life, then life will be available to you.
All the wonders of the Kingdom of God are available to you today, at this very moment.
Thich Nhat Hanh