Why Everything Begins with M? The rabbit is in my teapot when the Zen master tells me "Have a cup of green tea!" I couldn't answer his koan— "Why everything begins with M?" so I ask the March Hare who tells me about the moon and memory and muchness at his mad tea-party where I find a little golden key that unlocks the tree door leading to a beautiful garden among bright flower-beds with deer in the forest and music of cascading waterfalls. Birds and butterflies surround me— everything so calm and peaceful in sleep, dream, wakefulness stars sing twinkle, twinkle, twinkle all of nature is blooming— grass is green, the rose is red Spring is here— suddenly I realize the universe is me— and everything begins with Mind. — Peter Y. Chou     Mountain View, 3-8-2013

Erika Yamashiro, Green Tea (2005)