Dry garden. Stone and thought. And sky and quietness. <br />Beyond the wall a tree that twists its gnarly trunk. <br />In me there's no beyond. And all thinks and all weighs. <br />A point where certainty may reconcile with luck, <br /> <br />Where colour vanishes and fades into absence <br />Where speech unites with void which abolishes it. <br />I am aware of naught but a benzoin scent. <br />Down to the depths of dream just a murmur that drifts. <br /> <br />Further away from me than the stars is that line <br />Over which there is no ferry to carry me. <br />I shall be able to invent a space of mine <br />Or never get over this stone boundary.<br /><br />Michel Galiana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/japanese-garden/
