Brewing Tea

Brewing Tea

Green clouds spiral and twine,
Are drawn into the wind in a long stream;
On my cup’s surface the faces of
White foam flowers are cool;
The mountain moon comes into my window;
Plum tree shadows move;
Pouring again and again into my unglazed cup
I sip the lingering fragrance.

– Betsugen Enshi (1295-1364)

I came across this poem at Daily Zen.

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