My Private Zen Garden

  I sit in my rock garden,

By the stooping willow tree,

I listen to the pardons,

Of a bumble bee,

I hear the flowers swaying,

Silent grass blades roaring,

I know the Reeds are playing

The cloudless rain stays pouring.

In my Rock-Zen Garden,

The water Fills my soul,

I look down pon' the ebony rocks,

Jet as black as coal.

I walk by my rock Garden, under flowering trees,

I am one with the clouds, I comingle with the bees.

I swim with the Koi, Listen to their Silent Music,

Their Golden backs Flashing in the sunlight,

Or on a cloud sit beside the Chirping birds,

Painting them in flight.

I sit in my cool garden, sketching the sleeping  willow,

I lay in my zen Garden, a boulder as my pillow.