A Park Of The Japanese Poem by james watkin

"Abodes of stillness prepare
The minds for Heaven".
Gurgles it clear, without hype
Through a wooden pipe
Onto rocks perfecting there
Our lessons of zen.

"Locals of repose induce
States of entrancement".
Even so tactful it soughs
Through the wisps of boughs.
Further, at year's whitening end
Solemner, to bend.
- at distance of centuries
Of chimes' sound-journeys;
Where each sacred bridge-crossing
Sways to enlighten.