There's no struggle, only calm joy arising from the recognition of the simple practice which frees the mind into the heart, the expanse of being in the interior of our embodied experience. Apparent limitation, density, contraction and matter are seen as a continuum from tea cup to our lips to our being. We flow from the finite to the infinite and back again, spiraling into presence through a simple act of bridging nature into humanity, through the meeting of all time and space into a simple cup of tea.
Tea, the moment of the dance, the bridge, the nexus, the crucible of calm joy, living souls experiencing immortality through the most limited experience unlocking the expanse of cosmic awareness.
As the poetry in motion, flowing through the cup, each drop separate or connected? Each leaf in your cup, separate or united? Or both? These are the insights which arise from the joy of the leaf meeting water meeting human meeting nature.
Here we are – all in our "separate" times and spaces, yet the paradox of tea connecting us all together – joins us in the day to day living – with technophiles – and technophobes – alike – all joining in unison with the merging of the interior of space as we watch the tea fall into the abyss of being through the portal of our lips.