We are all seated around the Tea table, where the gong fu 工夫茶 tea Master Brewer presides.
It is rowdy. We are all chattering away and getting to little nuggets of information about each other and how we came to know the Master, along with soundbites on the current climate of national politics and the weather.
If you stayed still enough, you might just glimpse, out of the corner of your eye, the Master settling in without a word. Without tarrying, with one swift move, he has fluidly poured Tea out of his zhi sha teapot through the five elements of one swift gesture.
He hands out a tiny teacup to each of us, saying quietly that these are relics from the Ming dynasty.
With reverence we all pick up our cups in silence and take a deep inhale and savouring sip.
This is my favourite moment: all of us, traversing with Tea Spirit as our Qi is enlivened by the mystical Leaf, all the elements embalmed in the golden liquid, enfolding us in remembrance of our soul.
Not judging, not criticising, not improving, not being anything.
We are just here in the Dao together, sitting in this one whole breath we took in together with Tea.
The Master, the axle of this great big wheel.
Us, the mandala, each petal, each hand, forming the beauty of the whole wheel of life.
It is here we remember the law of polarity.