Drinking tea alone
in the countryside
In a big yard, a silent morning.
Drinking tea alone
I'll take a sip.
Have a taste of the apple tree in the yard.
Take a sip on the ancient pagoda tree in front of the door.
Village, have a drink.
In this world, only you are thirsty.
I often think that I am an apple tree.
It's an ancient locust tree.
It is this silent village.
It's silence, it's taste loneliness.
Man, you belong to all beings.
You are not the source of silence.
At this time, I feel that I am spreading.
Feel at the center of the world.
Life has an end.
Life has made a new breakthrough.
Everything has stopped.
Then I'm the rest.
This is a fracture.
It's an end, a brand new one.
A cup of tea slowly spread out on the profile.
I don't think I'm sitting drinking tea.
I am running, as warm as the earth.