Year round, here, she can make
yard tea; always something green:
fir needles, blackberry leaves, nettles --
easier in high summer
Hiding from the westering sun, she hangs shades from the eaves.
Yunyan was boiling some tea.
Daowu asked who he was making it for.
Yunyan answered, "nobody special."
"Why doesn't he make it for himself, then?"
-- Soto Zen Ancestors in China, Mitchell, 72.
Web site of part-time Soto Zen hermitary in Eugene, Oregon
