Earth smells rising up,
Weeks of rain unbinds
This winters meadow, under
Foot left sleeping there
In groves, I knew him once
Coaxing fruit or yielding
Some esoteric scheme
Stirring the inside, out of life.
The city closing in could not
Subvert my longing to be lost
In this unpathed garden
Walking with you, alone
And we have so little time
Amongst the fading light but
While I can take these steps,
I’ll embrace the light in you.
2 replies on “Krishnamurti’s Garden”
Beautiful, peaceful place hidden away in the countryside.
Indeed!