Beautiful Tea Poem
"As the leaves of this tree are, I too am made of the water, the sky, sun and stars; I share this essence with all the Ten Thousand Things. And in so doing, empty myself and my cup. As tea, I am now free to transcend the moment, Finding heaven in a leaf. I ride cinnabar mists Beyond the temple stairs And blue peaks To soar beneath the unveiled moon, Glancing downwards but once When the temple bells chimed."