I drink tea and forget the world’s noises. – Chinese Saying

The first cup moistens my throat,
The second cup breaks my loneliness,
The third cup searches my inmost being …
The fourth cup raises a slight perspiration –

All wrongs of life pass away through my pores.

At the fifth cup I am purified;
The sixth cup calls me to the realms of immortals.
The seventh cup – ah, but I could take no more!

I only feel the breath of cool wind that rises in my sleeves.
Where is Heaven?
Let me ride on this sweet breeze and waft away thither.

–Chinese poem