Chants for the Beauty Feast
If I draw the little figure of a garden on a toothpick, for in this world it seems these things are ignored, or if…
Picture of the Garden
There is a picture of The Garden
as a garden within a garden
(by which I mean Paradise),
one state enclosed by another state,
one embrace folded in the
loving arms of another, greater,
deeper, greener,
more far-reaching, with
heavenly valleys, gorges, golden
sunlight everywhere,
laughing children, rare
flowers.
(from Chants for the Beauty Feast)
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