Life in Korea

the colors of the leaves are like spilling paint from trees... friend and i drank tea with a monk who has fluent english and we sat inside his abode with rice paper widows, gnarled rocks, and a buddha shrine while he distilled tea in teapots the size of a little frog. looking around, it seemed like nature had revealed so many secrets of her creation to this monk. a carefully placed flower had the remains of its color bleeding into the tips of its petals...everything he kept was of natural origin, so he avoided the synthetic or wasteful;things that can't return to the earth easily
posted by lollaluna at 8:49 AM @ Life in Korea