The Gardener”

Have I lived enough?

Have I loved enough?

Have I considered Right Action enough, have I come to any conclusions?

Have I experienced happiness with sufficient gratitude?

Have I endured loneliness with grace? I say this, or perhaps I’m just thinking it.

Actually, I probably think too much

. Then I step out into the garden, where the

to love so intimately to realize the change of the seasons

vibrant green out your window, bamboo shoots reaching their necks tall

to the trees to which we have loved and experienced its depth.

to love and be love, to hold it all under the pecan tree.

The joy I felt when I touched you

Went deep, deep down

And seeped into

Every nook and cranny of this body

Even if I’m far away

And no longer understand anything

Even when the time comes

For this life to end

Everything of now

Is everything of the past

We’ll meet again, I’m sure

In some nostalgic place

The warmth you gave me

Deep, deep down

Comes to me now,