Ryoan-ji by Ted Guhl

The moving stillness of sun around stones
Speaks without comment. This sand stream,
Where no fish live, no water trickles, flows eternally nowhere.

If you wish to know "why," this is the place to ask, for it has no answers,
Only a voice so clear and silent that all questions are satisfied.
Each stone is a voice so quietly eloquent that life itself is satisfied.

Who could have made it? What monk in his most profound
Awakening fashioned such a place? One who loved quietly.
It has always been this way, before you and I and him.