You sit in the
Rock garden of the Ryonanji temple in Kyoto
The sand raked into the ripples of the sea
Everything abiding eternally
Everywhere, now.

In the hall of the tearoom
You hold the bowl of matcha
In both hands
Bringing it to your lips
The bitter taste
Mixing with the sweetness
Of the wagashi
This moment only
Now
One time, one experience
Draining the bowl
Slurping
Eternity