The
garden-shrine
of Ryoan-ji.
A seasonless
parterre of
sand
raked into
enigmatic
whorls
around the
shores of
island-stones,
fastidious
and
monochrome.
Nothing here
but by
design -
the seeming
motion of
the sand
and seeming
rise of
island-stone
invite the
eye to move
from rock to
swirling
comb
and back,
and back
again until
it finds
a point of
equilibrium,
a harbourage
of calm.
Around the
whiteness of
the sand
a wall of
ancient loam
holds its
possession
tight and
tells
that nothing
good comes
without
sanctuary,
that it’s
the frame
that frees
the space
within,
that even
flawless
images
require
a shelter
and a home.
- David
Morphet 2005