Tea Ch’an

With the first rays of the morning sun,
It’s time to drink tea.
Fresh tips of tea,
Purple red pot,
Blue cup,
The physical body of flesh,
And the immortal, unchanging nature of wisdom.
It’s time to play ‘Tea Ch’an.’
Peaceful and calm,
Empty and silent.
With it’s own natural order,
It seems there is tea and yet no tea.
It seems there is mind and yet no mind.
As though space and time have gone away.
Space and time are an illusion constructed by the mind,
As it created the strife of samsara.
Purity love and hate,
Eliminate this mind,
Transcend space and time,
No people and no self,
Leave only true love for humanity. 


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