In this poem I describe the sensation of seemingly falling through the crushed stone, raked in waves, into a spirit-realm.
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Rock Garden of Ryoanji-dera
Yellow earthen wall
envelopes crushed white
stone raked in waves
by lone Buddhist monk
around mossy rocks
jutting high into
human consciousness,
but the longer one
stares the farther he
falls through the stones
into a deep abyss
of pure spirit which
may at first frighten
him if he should think
this world is made
of solid substance
as yellow earthen wall
with crushed white stone
and jutting mossy rocks
make it seem to be.
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