Poem - The Zen Garden by Blueblood

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- Universal Heart
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- Celestial Motivator
- My Love To You Is Symbolic
- Fishtail Mountain

The Zen Garden
by Blueblood

Body cramped, mind polluted, spirit dispersed
I desperately seek for an escape away from civilization
So, I quietly retreat to Seiwa En, a bliss garden,
with ever-welcoming monks carved on lanterns,
and all-inviting calligraphy, tea ceremony, paintings.
I humbly bow as I enter thresholds after thresholds
Leading me to the luminescent eye of the labyrinth,
the root of consciousness grows deeper and deeper in me.
A strange sensation overtakes me; I feel delirious
and I shake my head to dispel the trance.
Oh! Those ethereal lotuses, those cheering votive candles
lit on purification stones, all make my life meaningful.
No fancy marble tiles, no loud colors; just pure green
A hint of Nature at its essence, purity of ambience!
Then, there I catch a glimpse of a paradise island
Submerged in a stagnant lake, but its waters rippling.
The lake not of water, but of raked gravel
The island not of land, but of stones
In groupings of three, they resemble a central Buddha
Flanked on either side by two bodhisattvas: wisdom and karma.
Or perhaps the trio resembles Mt. Sumeru, as in mandala,
That stands tall in the center of the universe that's the gravel
As if lacking in some component part,
the Garden seems mysterious,
But as I enter it, it's suddenly perfect, thus, seemingly normal
The Garden, merely a work of art, is imperfect without me
A visitor, a pilgrim, a refugee, who is, in fact, a viewer.
I'm proud I make it complete by seeking a refuge to it.
In turn, it makes me complete,
gluing up my dispersed spirit,
rejuvenating my body, and clearing my mind.
I return, refreshed and optimistic, with a whole new vision,
subliminally enriched with life-perspective.

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