Zenscape

Invades

            the very core of things

cradles myth and history

          pervades our secret heart

      moves in and out

makes consummate configurations

     like knot holes in a tree

       the soul sap of a tree



The poem paints-

        japonica's in Wendy's garden

     upon a darkened ground

and look behind the bamboo bushes there

an unimagined landscape unrolls

    from out infinities

within ourselves

  sets the spirit free-


Those distant peaks-

  in shimmering gold and silver light.




                                                               Written after the death of my mother, 2012