In A Zen Garden
—for my dear friend, Andrew
Earth revolves slowly/
around to where it began/
goes on as before
*
there a sound breathes out/
only swirl down garden paths/
like a butterfly
*
bell resounds in my/
head. . . reminds it is
time to pray/
to the Universe
*
birds flap from laughter/
to laughter. . . hear their
chattering/
do they seem to sing?
*
stars blink on and off/
hope belies their distances/
we shine as they shine
*
wind blows across plain/
see light shiver in setting
sun/
yet night fills with stars
*
as dark will recede/
more of our selves reveals
to sight/
there is day in light
*
flute winds through garden/
calling up all sound we
forgot/
winds unwind to self
*
when no sound will do/
across gardens and plains
flute plays/
heralds itself clear
*
plucking strings and breath/
as if wind has come into
self/
plays in treetop leaves
*
what have i done with/
it all? and then i remember
to look/
up to shining moon
*
another day comes/
flute hums as garden plant
dew dries/
cat purrs by the gate
