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Ry?anji no Sekitei/ Stone Garden at Ry?an Temple |
Are the stones flute notes
hovered on a plain of snow?
Breath sounds in bamboo.
It is only dirt and rocks,
such simple things, not our dreams.
Jazz sounds piano
strings sing ice snow gathering
jackets on the stones
The space between the stones breaks—
a potato vender’s song.
Snare drum roll. You think
enlightenment will follow.
Are the stones bass notes?
Fifteen stones—flute notes weaving
wardrobes for our restless thoughts.
It’s just a garden
waiting. Without your senses
it’s nothing waiting.
copyright 2008
Gene
van Troyer |
