May 19^th, 2019

Bamboo Garden

The third one crooked,
The second one leaning
Bamboos have grown
By the stone steps of the garden.
Every year there are more of them,
Until now they are a forest
At the clack of a stone on a bamboo
Hsiang-yen shattered
The uncountable worlds,
But this garden
Continues in its green shade
Just as before