~ A conversation with 千利休 · Sen No Rikyū · ~ Listen to the boiling cauldron What can you hear? The sound of the waves The sound of life The sound of the elements 〰️ I can no longer hear the tall order of life. 〰️ When you and I decided long ago That beauty is in the eye of the beholder We are no longer beholden by anyone's judgement. We are no longer held hostage by another one's thoughts of our own life choices. How sweet the sounds of the bees on the glades. Can you hear them sing? Now, we must have another bowl of Tea. 〰️ It tastes like honey. It smells like white, saccharine lilies. 〰️ Now listen to Her story. Trace Her origins through Her veins. 🍃 I have seen war and opulence. I have seen love and abscondence. I have charted the seven seas and made foreign lands my home. I never fell out of love with service Even when they started to say that I am impure. I never stopped believing in mankind's true Buddha-nature The one that is at one with the moon, trees, the seas and stars. I never stopped waiting for your return Right here in this bowl This space that is in the middle of your body This space you call your heart. 🍃
. I look now at the master's wizened face I admire his wise old smile I take this transmission and wait I wait in the knowing that as long as I sit still in the unknown I can alchemise it into gold. This is Tea 🍃 The Elixir of Immortality. ~ Written over a boiled Tea session with spirits and angels, gods and goddesses.