Microcosm in a Chinese Garden

by LisaMay

Above
the horizon’s line, the
moon’s reflection in a raindrop
now reminds me of your wistful eyes,
gleaming, tender as mist in distant valleys;
watered energy of smooth-flowing rejuvenation
and tumbling cascade. All negativity aside, pitted
rocks and caverns are perforating the far mountains.
All these stones underfoot, rounded as the moon, are
one step away from insignificance – yet enormous in
their smallness; artful arrangements to indicate such
symmetries of nature’s wider designs – convergent
microcosm of yin and yang within a cultural frame,
the rhythms of life intertwine their compositions:
balanced patterns of the universe. In the
pavilion I sip my green tea. Beyond a
scholar’s shoulder, my eyes rest
on distant landscapes
close at hand.

A graceful willow invites the wind. Water shivers.
Contemplating timeless beauty, I linger, content.

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by LisaMay

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