I have a teapot. It is empty. Then I insert something from the earth into it, tea leaves. Next I pour in the one element without which biological life cannot exist, water. And now the magic begins. Various forms dance. The marriage of water and earth. Chemicals and molecules come alive to promote nutrients and taste. The pouring of the tea into an empty cup. The setting I find myself in to consume the elixir of life.
As I’m writing this I’m on my deck. A few mourning doves peck at seeds on the ground. Finches pull seeds from a bird feeder. I can’t help but wonder if they are maybe talking to each other, “Hey, check out the free food I found.” Hummingbirds flit around the yard. Steam rises from the tea cup. My wife is in the kitchen baking an apple pie. It is one of those just so perfect moments where everything is right.
Eventually the cycle will close. The tea is consumed. Tea utensils washed and returned to a state of potential. Until next time. It’s already been happening for thousands of years and will probably do so for another thousand.
- “Observing. Wuwei: The Heart of the Daodejing,” Liu Ming, 2016, Da Yuan Circle, Oakland, CA.
Author Bio: I work as a psychotherapist and writer in the San Francisco Bay area. Taoist at heart. Tea lover for many years.