The Dharma Garden
by Bhikkhu Khantipalo

By the hut upon the hill
A garden grows four feet around;
And amid the 'mountains',
Some quite two feet high,
Are planted lowly herbs and wild:
Reminders of the Dharma.

Daily your magenta balls unfurling,
O flower, your name is now forgotten.
Blooming every morning,
Gone by every evening,
With good effect to me you preach:
Transiency, impermanence.
My effort is, my will inclines
To practice what you teach.

Remembering, Maranta is your name
And in your thousands lowly
You grow upon this mountainside,
Hiding frail blossoms 'mid your leaves.
With good effect to me you preach:
Concealed, are virtues glorious.
My effort is, my will inclines
To practice what you teach.

Bamboos, you shoot your spears in space,
So graceful your leaves you hang;
Come wind, come rain and bending down
You never snap and live to sway again into the heavens.
With good effect to me you preach:
To wear the robe of patience pure.
My effort is, my will inclines
To practice what you teach.

Old cycad throwing rings of leaves
Now doing as your kind has done
Enduring all of twice ten thousand ages
Declining to acknowledge time's mere tumult short.
With good effect to me you preach:
Endurance strong and high resolve.
My effort is, my will inclines
To practice what you teach.

In the shade there, flourishing
Are ferns, and ne'er