Tea...is a religion of the art of life.
Okakura KakuzoRead
Meanwhile, let us have a sip of tea. The afternoon glow is brightening the bamboos, the fountains are bubbling with delight, the soughing of the pines is heard in our kettle. Let us dream of evanescence, and linger in the beautiful foolishness of things.
Interpretation
The quote celebrates the beauty of simple moments and the joy found in appreciating nature.
In this quote, Okakura Kakuzo invites us to pause and relish the tranquil beauty of nature, represented through the imagery of tea, bamboos, and bubbling fountains. It emphasizes the importance of cherishing ephemeral experiences and indulging in the delightful absurdity of life, encouraging reflection and a slow appreciation for the world around us.
In practice
While giving a speech on mindfulness, it’s a perfect moment to quote Kakuzo to remind the audience to appreciate small things.
Tea...is a religion of the art of life.
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