Scented Garden

Created my garden of an arrow river’s running

Sharpened trainings of a silenced soul its present life

As the movings of the rhyme-tree flow all her songs

Of all principled parts of understanding their making   

Scented my garden of a silk wind’s blowing

Latticed twinings of a rested heart its secret source

As the turnings of the time-plant grow all her stories

Of all apple-ed parts of receptivity their fragrance

Filled up my garden of an inner fire’s burning

Hallowed lines of a quiet spirit its sacred spices

As the yearnings of the rain-flower blaze all her signals

Of all unravelled parts of wisdom their fullness

In every fresh beginning a perfumed garden

Of every stinging thing turned replenished and filled 

Of the marvelled wisdom of Another my garden scented

And of every peppered bite and willowed thought painted