Meditation Garden
We cross the domed wooden bridge
A privacy fence upright lines pointing
to the heavens ground full of rays
perfectly symmetrical
A hundred rock channels
little eddies exist as if from eternity
Holding the center of the rock ocean
is a tree hung with twinkle lights
its supple leaves long gone
harvested awaiting
the moisture of compost
Each continues the journey
--T.A. Sukany 20 Dec 2020
We cross the domed wooden bridge
A privacy fence upright lines pointing
to the heavens ground full of rays
perfectly symmetrical
A hundred rock channels
little eddies exist as if from eternity
Holding the center of the rock ocean
is a tree hung with twinkle lights
its supple leaves long gone
harvested awaiting
the moisture of compost
Each continues the journey
--T.A. Sukany 20 Dec 2020