The zen garden

At dawn sitting in the zen garden ,

meditating on the tasty fruits of youth,

the imperious solar resin ,

long luscious vineyard ...

And life goes by building temple 

on the wind  .

At noon,sitting on the zen garden,

in the melancholy of a dying summer,

truth lost  on the eightfold  path ,

I killed  the Buddha to be reborn.

In the evening ,sitting in the zen garden

having become a lamp of wisdom,

I closed the book  of enlightenment.

But how to recognize the wise man 

in the crowd of  fools ? 

In the morning the zen garden

will have  flowers of impermanence,

but that doesn't matter  ...

I wont be there ,on the Himalaya 

having tea with the goddess...