What's In This Tea?


Strolling near your Garden wall,
This Fragrance took my Heart,
And my Soul began sobbing.

Strolling near your Garden wall,
This Fragrance took my Heart,
And my Soul began sobbing.

I knocked in Wonder,
And cracking the Gate so slightly,
You held out this cup.

What's in this Tea,
That its Fragrance alone,
Gives rise to Unbearable Longing?

Why is my Heart suddenly troubled,
With an Ancient Ache, so Unbearable…
So Sublime?

How does this pain of Longing,
Contain the very Sweetness,
Of that which is Longed for?

Not yet even sipping,
But in Fragrance alone abiding,
I cannot speak, Intoxicated.

Tea to lip…
“I”, so full in knowledge,
Am become a doe-eyed Fool.

You handed me this cup.
Can you not tell me,
For surely you must know…

What's in this Tea?

You handed me this cup.
How is it that even you,
Cannot “tell” me…

What's in this Tea?

Shhh…
Let the mind drown,
For Bliss arises in… Not Knowing.

Drink!