Present in the clarity suspended, this garden
is time’s habitation.
Shoot of tenebrescence
fundament of the uninhabited sky,
puissance, pulsions that germinate and explode
in the flora of the air.
Time is invisible
like the light of the garden: the garden is visible
behind the glass, not the image of the garden
in the successive light of temporality.
But another garden is visible as well: not a real place
that was, nor a place that existed in the mind,
not the succession of time in a single place,
but the persistence of atemporal time.
Arrect in an invisible setting, the garden
makes visible the light.
If the voice designates
the clarity of this tree, if on the gate hands
enter the light of levitant place,
if we step into the center of an instantaneous whirlwind,
we are, without light or time, in invisibility.
The word of a man makes visible the real:
in the light, we may see the garden as garden.