The Way of Tea

Asian Geographic - - Front Page - By Chiao Jan

A friend pre­sented me With ten­der leaves of Oo­long tea, For which I chose a ket­tle Of ivory-mounted gold, A mix­ing-bowl of snow-white earth. With its clear bright froth and fra­grance, It was like the nec­tar of Im­mor­tals. The first bowl washed the cob­webs from my mind – The whole world seemed to sparkle. A sec­ond cleansed my spirit Like pu­ri­fy­ing show­ers of rain, A third and I was one of the Im­mor­tals – What need now for aus­ter­i­ties To purge our hu­man sor­rows? Worldly peo­ple, by go­ing in for wine, Sadly de­ceive them­selves.

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