Before the old temple;
I sell tea this evening
By the water's edge.
It is steeped in the cups
With the moon and stars;
Drink and wake forever
From your worldly sleep.
Baisao 1675-1763
***
Tea Tasting
I like to sip sweet tea
a mix of peppermint and licorice –
amber gold and smooth as silk.
I have a silk shirt that feels like
that tea tastes.
It sits on my shoulders like a warm breeze.
That tea tasts like Ramana's soft eyes
like Buddha's serene face.
People go looking far and wide
for the Buddha's enlightenment
but I just sip my tea
and my tea swallows me.
The Buddha breaks into a grin
and Ramana winks one eye
like my grandfather did
when he knew that I knew
what he knew.
I like green tea too.
Strong and bitter
like the taste of grass.
Like tasting sure defeat –
the kind that you can
taste on the tip of your tongue
the kind that can change
your life on a dime
forever.
With each bitter sip
Manjushri's sword
cuts the mind to pieces
cuts it awake
and cuts awakeness
into emptiness.
People come here
and listen to my dharma words
when all I really want to do
is sell them a little tea.~Adyashanti
***
Wakefully, we drink tea
sipping from simple cups
holding the moon
and galaxies of stars.
We sip this priceless tea
smiling as a Buddha
freely warming ourselves
of life and of love.
~M
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Meredith -
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