korean tea poemTo listen to the songs of birds, I skipped the evening meditation,

enjoyed a patch of grass by the edge of an ancient mountain stream.

Pleasure recollected depends on a beautiful phrase;

the appreciative mind meets with a close friend.

Spring water cries out in a rocky valley;

pine trees echo when wind is coming.

I drank a cup of tea and watched the flowing and stillness.

Quietly and naturally I seemed to forget the return of time.

-Cho Eui Seon, 18th century Korean poet, calligrapher, painter, tea-maker, and Taoist philosopher