My garden is the universe

Then all at once in late August's heat,
tall leafless stalks crowned
with iridescent pink and purple blossoms
burst from the purgatory in the earth.

This arcane act of nature,
though perceived by us as ordinary,
is a manifestation of Maya's phantom play,
the great immensity expressed in every way.

My garden is the universe.
I am the universe.
I am my garden.
All things are the same.

- Duane Michals