The Zen of tea

Without a tea pot, I am lost. 

Without tea, I am only half a monk. 

Without Zen conversations such as these, I serve no purpose. 

This is all I can do. 

Even an empty offering bowl will not change that. Such is the life of this old tea seller. 

Am I selling tea, or Zen? Both are free. 

I have nothing to sell, and I am completely useless, except for these things, and perhaps an occasional poem