Ancient Style, Zen of Buddha Tea
Text/Ma Jianxun
(Rhymes with "Yongchun Jiamu")
Si Cha is like a bergamot, and the plant is out of the monk's house. Borrow the color of the mountains and rivers, and graft the buds of citron. Bodhi Ze flower rain, Yungen Run Qingjia. Yushu condensed new green, light lan cage tulle. Three springs are green, and one pulse is fragrant. The Buddha pours yao cups, and the aroma permeates the clouds. But ask for branches and leaves, and do not produce inter-leaf flowers. Lin Quan Ben Pure Land, Han Mo endowed the name tea. Ping Shu knows the thickness, and Yongchun is famous. Tea Buddhas are all the same, and Zen enlightenment is also different.
Jiajing is self-spirited, and the material wind is born Shao Shu. Quiet and good Ren Xinxin, tea smoke is still fufu. The past cannot be traced, time is or readable. Red and green buds, oolong tea family. The breath is yin and yang, and the essence contains root wood.
The canopy shades the canopy and flourishes with leaves. Buddha-nature enters the heart of tea, and clears the eyes. It is cool and cool, and the true color is still quiet. The clouds and water are flushed together, and the color and fragrance seem to be delicious. Taste Qin Gan Chun, Qing and Hua Belly.
A leaf of rolling smoke rain, a leaf of red dust. Curl Shu forgot about each other, looking back and sinking. Floating life is limited, do not mistake Nan Kezhen. The Juna Great Thousand Realms, the Cup Dissolves The Effect and the Cause. The heavens and the earth are small enough to send me. Look down on the old rivers and lakes, a few degrees of pot in the spring. Add green to the green, laugh and drunk. What a tea cooker, waiting for a round of the month. The toad light gives a clear shadow, and the end of the world is next to each other. Explanation tea is sweet and bitter, do not do worry eyebrows.
The cup of water is the vicissitudes, and the maundy is only self-examination. Plain can enter into Zen, and vainly hope for the final painting of the cake. The Buddha's hand once picked flowers and smiled to know the eternal. Now there is bergamot tea, and the raccoon heart is quiet. Know tea and people, and the spirit and wisdom are perfected.
When it is boiling hot, why not gradually cool down. In the midst of silence and prosperity, why are there no police in ancient and modern times? Jingu mourns green beads, and Ma Song sells jade shadows. Mo Ruoshou Crane Plum, all you see is the scenery. A pot of tea between the flowers, and the three lives are lucky.
