Japanese Shape
Submitted by admin on Wed, 2007-03-21 05:39.
by Harry Palmer
The way it forces you to look
watching your step
so as not to turn your ankle
on a rock
or step into water nearby
The way it turns the torso
this way and that
view after view
spaces between spaces
and spaces between
this way and that
view after view
spaces between spaces
and spaces between
The way it slows you down
step after step
no skipping between
there is no short cut
to the edge of this garden
The way it swirls the vision
into brown and black
and green and light with
sound in the air until
only a blanket remains
into brown and black
and green and light with
sound in the air until
only a blanket remains
The way it stops the mind.
This poem appeared originally in the Vipassana Hawai'i News, Fall 2000
