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.
The third searches the dry rivulets of my soul to find the stories of five thousand scrolls.
With the fourth the pain of past injustice vanishes through my pores.
The fifth purifies my flesh and bone.
With the sixth I am in touch with the immortals.
The seventh gives such pleasure I can hardly bear. The fresh wind blows through my wings
As I make my way to Penglai.*
The fifth purifies my flesh and bone.
With the sixth I am in touch with the immortals.
The seventh gives such pleasure I can hardly bear. The fresh wind blows through my wings
As I make my way to Penglai.*
Lu Tong (A.D. 618-907) Tang Dynasty.
(*Penglai, a mountain in China, was the traditional home of the immortals.)
This week the theme from Madeline Bea was 'orient'. My mum sent me this poem at the beginning of the year and I really wanted to use it this week. A pot of good tea is medicine for the soul I think.
8 comments:
i love this!
very true, love the journal too
Its a medicine for sure! Always helps me:)
Its beautiful..Kisses
I totally agree! Tea is a beautiful thing. What a great poem :)
I agree. Great poem.
a very lovely poem.
Love it! What a fun direction for the prompt this week. I've fallen a bit in love with tea lately -although since it is summer in the Southern part of the US my tea lately has been of the iced variety
Wonderful interpretation! Coming here is always like a warm cup of tea for me!
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