In a mouthful of tea I tasted the clouds. The soft, soothing wisps of melted sky gathered in my cup of liquid glee I tasted the clouds in a mouthful of tea. In a mouthful of tea I tasted the Earth. The essence of all that lives and grows infused in water, formless and free, I tasted the Earth in a mouthful of tea. In a mouthful of tea I tasted the sun. The flame of the heavens, the warmth of the world drifted in strands of honeyed steams I tasted the sun in a mouthful of tea. I tasted the all in a mouthful of tea. The forest, the river, the cruel desert heat, each breath in the breeze, each tear in the sea, In a mouthful of tea, I tasted me.
Wow dude. Just wow. Each breath in the breeze, each tear in the sea, in a mouthful of tea I tasted me Pure genius.
There is an old Hindu saying - that which is in the entire cosmos can be found in a grain of rice. It was not the type of tea, nor that it was tea at all. You can taste the all in everything you do, in the here and the now.
