Tea is an act complete in its simplicity. When I drink tea, there is only me and the tea. The rest of the world dissolves. There are no worries about the future. No dwelling on past mistakes. Tea is simple: loose-leaf tea, hot pure water, a cup. I inhale the scent, tiny delicate pieces of the tea floating above the cup. I drink the tea, the essence of the leaves becoming a part of me. I am informed by the tea, changed. This
is the act of life, in one pure moment, and in this act the truth of
the world suddenly becomes revealed: all the complexity, pain, drama of
life is a pretense, invented in our minds for no good purpose. There is only the tea, and me, converging.