My Private Garden - with audio

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Sea and moon rising on the tides

I traveled down the path swimming

Immersed in the changing image river

In the colors of the seasons and feelings

The sultry, the greens of emperors’ memory

The world of gazing stood silently

Wading onward,

Dividing and divining

The undulating babbling way

Sleepily reclining

Among the gently waving poppies

But time did not idle there

Clouds passed overhead

In shadows and then in light

With hills pasturing the grazing heart

At first cool and then yellow with warmth

There I sat and could not seize the task

So, my mind grew fat

For very strong was the current

And swift the refracted ever flowing waters

Mellow are the moments on the trip downstream

O’er every brooklet and sunlight flickering shoal

In the comfort and reflections

Of my private garden.