The tea becomes the bridge between the East and the West nullifying the distance and transcends the gravity with its simplicity.
Kazuco Okakura, the author of the Book of Tea, born of a Samurai family, has dedicated the whole work and life itself to the effort to show their compatriots and the entire Western world the inherent negativity of so many aspects of ideology of modern western society and the colossal mistake that the East was performing in abandoning their own culture.
Instead the result of this book, become a classic now all over the world, it was to show the West a spiritual path to wisdom that the West has partially lost and that only now struggles to recover.
Tea is instant wisdom - just add water!
We drink, in the meantime, a sip of tea. The splendor of noon lights bamboos, slightly bubbling springs, and in our teapot echoes the murmur of the pines. Wallow in the ephemeral dream, getting carried by the wonderful absurdity of things.
The first cup moistens my lips and my throat.
The second away my loneliness.
The third dwarfs the heaviness of my spirit,
confounded by so much reading.
The fourth exhales a slight perspiration, and scatters
through my pores all the sorrows of life.
The fifth cleanses me.
The sixth opens me the realm of the immortals.
The seventh, oh I could drink more!
I no longer feel the breath of the wind that fills my sleeves.
Transported by this gentle breeze I reach the skies.
(Lu Tung, tea Canto)
I never find a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to satisfy me.
The road to heaven passes through a teapot.