Scattered incense
What is left
Is always just is.
What is left
When the candle burns out
Is always just
Now.
What is left when the last drop of Tea is drunk
Is always just
This moment
Never to repeat itself
Again.
Grateful for the wisdom of these hundreds to thousands of years old trees. There is nothing like working with and receiving the grace of such ancient lineages and energies.
The love and adoration I have for Tea is beyond describable in words.
Tea is a verb, a divine connection, a guiding flame, a grandmother, a Goddess, a visionary and a legacy. She is also the still waters, the clouds, the uselessness, the emptiness, the spaces in between, the void － waiting for us to step in and fill it all with the meanings and gratitude and miracles we essentially are.
Here I am pictured standing in the very first place said to have been where Tea seeds taken back from the wild growth Tea trees in China was planted here in Japan. High on the mountains in Togano-o, in the sacred surroundings where Kōsanji Temple is built － a name inspired by the Flower Garland Sutra, which means "Where the sun rises, that which is first illuminated is the highest of mountains."
Words cannot even describe the energy of this place. Standing there, soaking in the history and the mystical powers... I was truly blessed to see this place at an off-peak season so that even though I had not the fortune to witness it at the height of its beauty, the surroundings in its solitude and quietude had such a beauty of time forgotten, of all the bygone yet seminal footsteps that had marked these pavements, stones and pathways － a true melding of the visible and invisible worlds... 🕯
🌀
☯️
🍃
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Be you, be free, it's all available for you, 💋
LiYing 📿
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