A Beautiful Poem about the true nature of tea.
The first cup whets my lips and throat,
The second breaks my solitude,
The third penetrates deep inside, disturbing thousands of strange ideographs,
The fourth produces a slight sweat and everything bad in my life exudes from my pores,
With the fifth cup I am purified.
The sixth transports me to the kingdom of the immortals;
The seventh; Oh, the seventh.. but I have to stop drinking!
I can only feel the breeze of the cold wind filling my sleeves.
Where is Paradise?
Oh, Let me mount this soft breeze to take me there.
- Master Lu Tong
For more about tea you might want to read The Book of Tea by Kakuzo Okakura