Tuesday, December 23, 2008


Whats more than waking up to a nice cuppa, sinking in the nectar sip by sip.. and letting it tingle your nerves, stir your soul, cheer your spirits and what not!!

Only a sensitive soul can enjoy a cup of tea and realise the divinity in the experience.... came across this nice poem wrote way back by a Chinese poet..

Chinese are incredible, huh?? Lu Tong... You rock, dude!!

The Seven Cups of Tea’ -Lu Tong (798-835)

The first cup caresses my dry lips and throat.

The second shatters the walls of my lonely sadness.

The third searches the dry rivulets of my soul to find the stories of five thousand scrolls.

With the fourth the pain of life’s grievances evaporates through my pores.

The fifth relaxes my muscles and bones become light.

With the sixth I find the path that leads to the immortal ancestors.

Oh the seventh cup! Better not take it! If I had it the only feeling

Is the fresh wind blowing through my wings,

As I make my way to Penglai.

-Lu Tong, Tang Dynasty (A.D. 618-907)