he, who planted the first bush
millions of years ago,
nurtured it to maturity
gently plucked its leaves
so that it would flourish again
next harvest season
dried them in his experimental cave
invented fire so as to heat
the water he brought from the river
in a bowl which he invented for this sacred purpose
I am his son
he who still lives
in the sunshine on the bushes
in the rainfall on the soil
in the majesty of existence
I sip my green tea
from a small ceramic cup
with no handle
specifically made for this drink
I am having today
I am the green tea man
I am his son
I am the green tea
I am the cup
and the water
and the taste
and the enjoyment
and the moment
when there is no more green tea
to drink
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