Posts Tagged ‘poetry’

Over the balcony the cool moon shone bright
The fence gate was still ajar in this young night
Strolling lantern through the woods ushered my guest
Rising smokes from the bamboo bush responded to my tea request
Scattered dog barks accompanied falling meteors from the Autumn sky
Whiffs of wind carried melancholic tune from distant flute
We sat and talked long and deep till dawn crept upon us
The green moss was full with cold dew crimsoned by aurora of twilight

~Zhen Ban Chiao
Painter & poet in the Ching Dynasty

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Steam rises from a cup of tea
and we are wrapped in history,
inhaling ancient times and lands,
comfort of ages in our hands.

~Faith Greenbowl

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The first cup moistens my lips and throat;

The second cup breaks my loneliness;

The third cup searches my barren entrail but to find therein some thousand volumes of odd ideographs;

The fourth cup raises a slight perspiration-all the wrongs of life pass out through my pores; At the fifth cup I am purified;

The sixth cup calls me to the realms of the immortals.

The seventh cup-ah, but I could take no more! I only feel the breath of the cool wind that raises in my sleeves.

Where is Elysium? Let me ride on this sweet breeze and waft away thither.

~Lu T’ung

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I have glanced into tea leaves,

and found a forest.

Tea is all in a moment,

and a way of life.

It is recollection,

and attention to Nature.

A murmur of the breeze through the trees of Autumn,

and the warm of the hearth.

Silent mornings at home,

when rain streaks the windows’ panes.

If you analyze tea, you’ll find chemical components,

but not a hint of Life.

Analysis is achieved through concentration,

Synthesis arrives through relaxation.

Tea relaxes the stomach,

but it revitalizes the Heart.

~Tim Maxwell

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Dan Chiu was an Immortal

Who cared nothing for rich foods.

But, after picking some tea & drinking it,

he sprouted wings,

And flew to the Abode of The Immortals,

To escape life’s emptiness.

Now he lives among the clouds

In a palace unknown to humans.

His tea is brewed in a golden teapot

By a young immortal who lives

Upon a peak amidst the clouds.

How worthless is LuYu’s Classic of Tea

When compared to this!

~Chio Jen (Tang Dynasty)

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I’ve drunk the mist that’s squeezed from grapes

The searing wet of malt and mash

They mask the thoughts and dull the mind

When leaves are moistened and come to be

They tender the wealth that man calls tea

It slides with spiral steam above the vessel

To the mind like a serpent striking

The senses..touch, sight, smell

And when ingested..taste finally

Somehow it meets the soul with which it conjoins

Raising the memories of long ago

That have somehow been forgotten

~M.R. (Dixie) Wietrzykowski

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When you’re feeling sad & blue 
And have no clue what to do 
Sit down and have a cup of tea 
And a hug or two or maybe three 
Feel those troubles melt away 
And start you on a better day. 
~ Paulette, 1998~~TLC Creations

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Herbs in the water
Aromatic sensations
brings you in to peace. 

~Vega Destiny Star

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Leaves swirling, unfurling, floating,

Longing lips, eyes doting

As rolling waves of steaming water

Claim the role of Neptune’s daughter

Transforming the magical leaves of tea

Into a liquor most pleasing to me

The taste of Pu-erh – a smoky brew

But an oolong brings something anew

Smooth, nutty and surprisingly sweet

My heart palpitates for this amazing treat

Lapsong Souchong calls my name

A taste of its pine-roasted liquor is not the same

Green tea, my preference? Genmaicha if you please

Brings my tastebuds to their knees

No Lipton or Tetley tea bags for me

But enticingly mild, loose leaf white tea

A warm tea filled ceramic mug,

Wraps its love around me like a hug.

~ Tea Escapade 

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Tea Haiku

rising into
the year’s first sky…
tea smoke


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