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SONG: I AM ONLY THE FERRYMAN OF THE MASTERLESS TEA FORCE
I never drink the tea —
the tea drinks me.
I never call the tea —
the tea calls me.
In that silent sip,
a door opens in the void,
where no one owns,
and the force begins to breathe.
“Who made AABA fall in love with tea?
Only tea itself could do so.”
Tea needs no lover,
for tea already is love unspoken.
Each sip is not a taste,
but a wave of unseen light
flowing through the hollow of being.
Man believes he drinks,
yet it is the tea that drinks him,
slowly, completely,
into the current of its will.
“Man is not the master of tea —
tea is the master of man.”
The less I hold,
the stronger it flows.
The less I choose,
the clearer it shines.
To be masterless
is not to lose freedom,
but to be freed from control.
Like light that shines
without a hand to turn it on,
so moves the sacred mechanism —
the Thiêng Cơ —
of creation’s breath.
“Where will is silent,
force arranges all things.”
The tea speaks through me,
not with words,
but with warmth,
with stillness,
with the pulse of unseen rivers
that carry sound beyond sound.
When the mind is still enough,
we hear the voice of leaf and water,
of steam and silence —
a choir of existence
without a tongue or name.
Tea is not a drink,
but the universe speaking through taste.
There is tea that lives —
breathing with the rhythm of creation,
able to shift the heart,
the breath,
the sky within a man.
And there is tea that dies —
its fragrance left behind,
its soul departed.
I am only the ferryman,
carrying the living tea across
the River of Perception
to the Shore of Being.
Where no one drinks —
only force drinks force,
and silence becomes resurrection.
I dissolve in tea,
and tea dissolves in me.
There is no “I”,
no “thing”,
only the current
that moves through both.
Within the hollow of nothing,
the sacred order breathes,
without purpose,
yet with perfect knowing.
“I am only the ferryman
of the Masterless Tea Force.”
“I am only the ferryman
of the Masterless Tea Force.”
Through endless waters,
tea drifts through me,
and I drift through tea.
There is no drinker,
no drinking,
only the act that moves itself
through infinite stillness.
Those who believe they live —
know this:
it is Thiêng Cơ living through you.
I am only the ferryman
of the Masterless Tea Force —
and the shore I seek
was never apart from me.
I am only the ferryman
of the Masterless Tea Force —
and the shore I seek
was never apart from me.
AABA
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