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Each Pebble in the Zen Rock Garden Tells Your Story |
Zen rock gardens both disarm and empower us. - Unknown
The placement of stone
is important
as holding hands
the holding of stone
is important as cancer
in the garden of your lungs
the lungs of stones
are spots falsely placed
on a swallowtail’s wings
wings of stone
darken, cancerously,
upon the lungs of the garden
the garden of pebbles
are hands
withdrawing good cells
cells of stones, darken brightly
in the Zen
by rock harden hands
hands of surgeons remove stones
reflecting on their cancer
as it alights, unfolding wings
touch is the garden,
placed as stones,
a monarch pulsating its wings
slippage is important:
wings enfold in drizzles
so as to not be heavy in flight
Fran’s hands were slippery rocks,
too damp to lift, losing touch
finding the temporary welcoming
her voice in the stones,
in cocoons, wings leaving
& returning her last breaths
A paperclip
folds into butterfly wings
in Zen prayer
fingerprint whorls
are no two stones the same,
are no two similar galaxies
Koi are Chinese Junkets
with paper lantern sail
among stones of swirled planets
nets of stones catch you
as you thrash as Koi
gulping cancerous breaths
A road bends over a hill.
I can not see you
although you are there, waving.
You gulp pebbles, painfully,
your voice drowning
as you say you will be gone
cancer is a flying fish
escaping water & air
quiet as a garden of pebbles
copyright 2007
Martin
Willitts, Jr |
