Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Tea and Contemplation

“There is something in the nature of tea that leads us into a world of quiet contemplation of life.”

—Lin Yutang, The Importance of Living

As I drink a cup of Cherry Rose Green tea this afternoon, looking out on storm clouds, this third month of the year, in a week that has revealed two deaths, I am contemplative as in a convent (perhaps the one in Santa Fe across from our old school, where my good friend and I used to go to play tennis on their red clay court with sagging net; the nuns discalsed, going barefoot).

Tea is my resting place, inside the news of death, inside the rain.
“With melted snow I boil fragrant tea.”  (Mencius)

image:  Sole Caffè & Tulipani a Colazione


  1. you have written here one of the most poignantly beautiful haikus i think i've ever read.
    i care not about 5~7~5. you've captured the heart of it.
    which is after all. what haiku is.
    i've had many close deaths in my life. and ... well ...
    these simple lines are said perfectly.

    "tea is my resting place.
    inside the news of death
    inside the rain."

  2. How a simple cup of tea can warm you up in a way people, normally, cannot. There is a sense in all this too, you'll see.

  3. I must try to define what exactly that warmth consists of. But it's mysterious.