In one cup, the world dwell.
Pupil asking Master, refill;
Pouring, pouring it is overfilled.
Shocked, why Master, you spilled?
Keep drinking, young one; his share.
Stirring, tea is warmed and fair.
Dripping and dripping; through the air.
Streaming, flowing, a lock of hair.
Disappointment, guilty; Master pours.
Pupil not understand, asked for more.
He did it, again and again, onto the floor.
Overfilled, still streaming; waves upon shore.
Pouring, pouring; that was now twenty.
Pupil needs to learn; the cup... not empty.