Jul 22 2013

Chaikhana and The Story of Tea

Published by at 9:24 am under Poetry Chaikhana Misc.,Stories

I often get asked what a “chaikhana” is. The short answer is that it is a tea house. (Chai = tea). The inevitable second question is, why a “poetry chaikhana”? What does poetry, especially sacred poetry, have to do with tea? The act of sipping tea naturally has a contemplative quality to it, but there’s a deeper reason why I chose the name Poetry Chaikhana all those years ago. It was inspired by a Sufi story–


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The Story of Tea

In ancient times, tea was not known outside China. Rumours of its existence had reached the wise and the unwise of other countries, and each tried to find out what it was in accordance with what he wanted or what he thought it should be.

The King of Inja (‘here’) sent an embassy to China, and they were given tea by the Chinese Emperor. But, since they saw that the peasants drank it too, they concluded that it was not fit for their royal master: and, furthermore, that the Chinese Emperor was trying to deceive them, passing off some other substance for the celestial drink.

The greatest philosopher of Anja (‘there’) collected all the information he could about tea, and concluded that it must be a substance which existed but rarely, and was of another order than anything then known. For was it not referred to as being an herb, a water, green, black, sometimes bitter, sometimes sweet?

In the countries of Koshish and Bebinem, for centuries the people tested all the herbs they could find. Many were poisoned, all were disappointed. For nobody had brought the tea-plant to their lands, and thus they could not find it. They also drank all the liquids which they could find, but to no avail.

In the territory of Mazhab (‘Sectarianism’) a small bag of tea was carried in procession before the people as they went on their religious observances. Nobody thought of tasting it: indeed, nobody knew how. All were convinced that the tea itself had a magical quality. A wise man said: ‘Pour upon it boiling water, ye ignorant ones!’ They hanged him and nailed him up, because to do this, according to their belief, would mean the destruction of their tea. This showed that he was an enemy of their religion.

Before he died, he had told his secret to a few, and they managed to obtain some tea and drink it secretly. When anyone said: ‘What are you doing?’ they answered: ‘It is but medicine which we take for a certain disease.’

And so it was throughout the world. Tea had actually been seen growing by some, who did not recognize it. It had been given to others to drink, but they thought it the beverage of the common people. It had been in the possession of others, and they worshipped it. Outside China, only a few people actually drank it, and those covertly.

Then came a man of knowledge, who said to the merchants of tea, and the drinkers of tea, and to others: ‘He who tastes, knows. He who tastes not, knows not. Instead of talking about the celestial beverage, say nothing, but offer it at your banquets. Those who like it will ask for more. Those who do not, will show that they are not fitted to be tea-drinkers. Close the shop of argument and mystery. Open the teahouse of experience.’

The tea was brought from one stage to another along the Silk Road, and whenever a merchant carrying jade or gems or silk would pause to rest, he would make tea, and offer it to such people as were near him, whether they were aware of the repute of tea or not. This was the beginning of the Chaikhanas, the teahouses which were established all the way from Peking to Bokhara and Samarkand. And those who tasted, knew.

At first, mark well, it was only the great and the pretended men of wisdom who sought the celestial drink and who also exclaimed: ‘But this is only dried leaves!’ or: ‘Why do you boil water, stranger, when all I want is the celestial drink?’, or yet again: ‘How do I know that this is? Prove it to me. Besides the colour of the liquid is not golden, but ochre!’

When the truth was known, and when the tea was brought for all who would taste, the roles were reversed, and the only people who said things like the great and intelligent had said were the absolute fools. And such is the case to this day.

– Ayn al-Qozat Hamadani (1098 – 1131)

Tales of the Dervishes: Teaching Stories of the Sufi Masters over the Past Thousand Years
by Idries Shah

In this way, I hope the poems and thoughts I share through the Poetry Chaikhana bring a hint of that celestial drink to your lips. These are poems not to be praised for mere artistry, not to be worshipped from afar, not to be exclusively studied or analyzed. These are poems to be tasted. They are meant to be imbibed until we feel warmth in the belly and sweetness in the heart.

‘He who tastes, knows. He who tastes not, knows not… Close the shop of argument and mystery. Open the teahouse of experience.’

Have a beautiful day! I think I’m going to go to the local teahouse and order a tall glass of tea!

11 responses so far

11 Responses to “Chaikhana and The Story of Tea”

  1. Tesson 22 Jul 2013 at 12:26 pm

    Dear Ivan,

    Thank you so much for the delicious story of Chaikhanas and tea. I am glad you offer such magical elixirs through your poetry. Let those who taste know the spiritual journey awaiting us all.

    With blessings,
    Tess

  2. Jimon 22 Jul 2013 at 1:03 pm

    Fascinating tale, eloquently delivered. Thanks for passing it on.
    Jim

  3. jonathanon 22 Jul 2013 at 1:16 pm

    Dear Ivan,

    Thank you for sharing such a wonderFULL tale from the Sufi tradition.

    Love what you highlighted: ‘He who tastes, knows. He who tastes not, knows not… Close the shop of argument and mystery. Open the teahouse of experience.’ This quote is priceless!

    And appreciate what you shared about the connection between tea and poetry:
    ‘ These are poems to be tasted. They are meant to be imbibed until we feel warmth in the belly and sweetness in the heart.’

    May we one day be able to share tea with one another in person. Until that time comes where we meet on the proverbial Silk Road leading us back home to the Divine, I will connect with you in spirit as I raise my cup of tea and savor the beautiful poems that you share here at Poetry Chaikhana.

    On this day of Guru Purnima…May the light shine ever so brightly within you and all around you!

    Namaste,
    Jonathan

  4. sobhanaon 22 Jul 2013 at 5:23 pm

    A tale of tea, so nice, so warm to heart & soul of us, readers, through your sacred poems, of course, Ivan
    Thank you very much for such bliss

  5. janon 22 Jul 2013 at 6:06 pm

    Yeess;Idries Shah…Ayn al-Qozat Hamadani This was the mother of tea stories I ever heard.
    And yes,
    me too I will look for a tea house I think,right after that;a thick, black one.

  6. Laura Shoreon 22 Jul 2013 at 8:29 pm

    Thank you, Ivan for spreading the celestial poetry for us to sip deeply. A great service to Poetry and poetry lovers around the world.

  7. Dola Dasguptaon 22 Jul 2013 at 9:15 pm

    Dear Ivan,

    Just as I finished reading this piece of yours..I am having my second cuppa tea. It is monsoons in the city of Western India, Pune, where I live. My house overlooks a few hills which are now green with the monsoon water seeping into earth. I start my day with a walk with my dog, later I sit in silent meditation and then I relax into a chair out in the balcony with my cup of tea and look at the hills…

    India has so many lovely stories and tales set in the tea gardens. I have fond memories of staying in estate cottages of tea gardens in the hills of southern India and the Himalayas, where even today Butlers serve tea in lovely tea pots.

    Many of my friends tell me I am addicted to tea…I tell them “those who know the taste know. Those who don’t know, they don’t know…”

    Yes I am a tea drinker. I have been since I was 13 years old!

    Love
    Dola

  8. Beckyon 23 Jul 2013 at 12:29 pm

    Thanks Ivan,

    Wonderful. Who knew! And better still, I understand now how your work aligns with the story. In England, a cup of tea is the sure way to approach a time of rest, contemplation or difficulty.
    Cheers,
    Becky (a Brit)

  9. John Ajacon 25 Jul 2013 at 3:13 pm

    Sometimes a disproportionate esteem for the celestial can be a blanket of ignorance . It can cloak any given object in darkness and blot out the light of seeing things clearly.
    Thanks for imparting this story, Ivan. It will help me to appreciate your selections.

  10. Joyceon 26 Jul 2013 at 5:01 pm

    I love tea, I love poetry, and I love your story! Thank you!

  11. Peter Mountainon 26 Jul 2013 at 5:30 pm

    Yes but most people do not drink the One True Celestial Tea while others ignore 3225 sacred rules for drinking tea properly. If you encounter such heretics, mark and avoid them!

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