The Final Phase of a Cup of Tea
The final phases of a cup of tea come,
Some parts of the moon are always gone,
As the gentle wind’s stroking,
Various kinds of feeling never out,
When you’re thoughtful and never doubt,
The mind is bright, wide and totally calm.
poem/calligraphy/painting/Earthstone Chu
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