Sunrise Bowl Tea

A cycle of life.

The season of wintering softness has found me serving myself tea before sunrise. My solitary tea ritual is a divine time for quiet reflection. This poem illuminates a recent experience with leaves in a bowl tea—one of the oldest tea brewing methods that dates back thousands of years. The whole universe can be found in a simple bowl of tea.

Drink your tea slowly and reverently, as if it is the axis on which the world earth revolves—slowly, evenly, without rushing toward the future. —Thích Nhất Hạnh