01.11.08
tea poem
posted by T Ching | 1 comment
Willow branches graze the grass,
As I sit in the shade drinking tea.
A note from a flute blows clearly,
Mingling with the sound of rain.
I could sit here alone forever,
And still I’d never feel lonely.
Anonymous poem inscribed
on an old Yi Hsing tea pot
Translated by Daniel Reid
Byron Bay 6th July 2007
[ photo credit :: Jane Marie http://thyme-for-herbs.blogspot.com ]
January 17th, 2008 at 8:51 am
This is Hangzhou flowing out of the Yixing tea pot which is not far away from the Xi Hu site and time has stood by in this long jing area of meijia wu.
I was there on 3rd & 4th January 2007 and peach blossom was starting to sprout. We took the stroll in the night to see the sleet forming on the lake.
Haven on earth.
Rajiv Lochan