3 result(s) for Japanese Rock Garden Poems.
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Stones That Wait
Raked sand flows like a still river,
and fifteen stones rest, unhurried,
moss-cloaked and silent in the morning light.
The oldest one speaks without a sound:
"I have stood here through ten thousand rains,
and I was never once in a hurry to be found."
The monk who tends the garden kneels,
draws one slow curve through the gravel,
and learns from the stone that patience is a kind of seeing.
So sit beside the quiet rock,
let your restless thoughts fall still,
for even the mountain was once a single grain of time.
Morning Mist at the Rock Garden
Morning mist softens the garden's edges,
the raked gravel drawn in quiet waves.
Stone islands rise, dark and patient,
holding the hush the dawn gives back.
No water moves, yet ripples gather,
slow currents carved by a monk's careful hand.
Each boulder keeps its ancient stillness,
as if the mountains had folded small.
A single crow breaks the silence,
then the mist takes it, and it is gone.
The garden waits, unhurried, unmarked,
learning the art of letting go.
Waves in Stone
Beneath the monk's patient rake,
gravel wakes to rippling tides,
furrows curl like sea-foam breaking
across a shore that never wakes.
A single boulder, dark and still,
rises like an island's crown,
while silence pools around its base
in ripples no one ever drowns.
Each stroke a breath, each arc a sigh,
the ocean pressed within a frame,
and pilgrims pause to watch the tide
that only stillness can proclaim.
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