Chinese Garden

Here, among the Geese, I can be a Philosopher, a Poet, an Artist... Or just a Dreamer. And what will my Dreams be of? Of the gentle ripples in the serene waters... Of the Hopes that I hold in a Place so secret, That even I do not know what they are... But I DO know, That they will buoy me from wherever they are hidden, No matter how deeply they are hidden. They will send forth a sunshine ray into my dark thoughts And light them up, until I am happy again, And suffering is beautiful, and transcendent, and temporary. Then, all that is Eternal will flow into a single bud That breaks forth from the waters and bursts, An explosion of illumination before me! And that is how you rose my Love, After you died. I need no longer fear for you, Nor be sorry that I could not stop your pain. For you are One with the rock, the tree, the sky And you are One with me and I am not alone, Even if I forget... For you are in every breath of Me.