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III

Now, here in this place,

The garden does not start

Or stop

With well defined rigidity:

Searching, sprawling

Boundary-lines of hedgerow,

Hydrangea, climbing rose,

Of clematis and mistletoe,

Are not

Severance but identity.

Each is each and other,

Where the passage of time

Knows no straight line;

Only the cyclic, the phasic,

The continuation of one another

Into what once was

To what is still becoming.

There is no contradiction

Inside this garden,

Only the passage

Of the passing of place

Into place into place.

Which we call the passage

Of the passing of time.

Though not the time of

Progress but of change,

Of transformation.

Each moment is undecided,

Each moment a movement.

A step towards another place

In another time,

No end in sight,

Where time is but

The human mind

And the human mind the garden.