Huanzhong left the temple in search of water in the drought. After hours of walking in the sun, he lay down thirsty in a grove of trees. In his dreams he heard an Immortal speak “there is a spring on Nanyue Mountain - tigers will bring it here.” Waking in the dawn shadows, the startled monk discovered two tigers in the light of the clearing, scratching at the earth. Clear water sprang from between their claws.
One Who Hears the Cries of the World, I have lit many candles at your porcelain feet in the temple hall. In the forest I call your name. Guanyin. Grazed by your willow branch, I ponder leaves left in a cup.
When fresh summer rainwater pours over the dense mineral water in the well, the midday sun reveals a form in the depths. A luminous body of serpentine light, twisting with the energy of thunder and wind spiked with stone and crystal.
When you see dragons you will know the time is right to make tea.
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