Sakurai Nagao; reconstructed by Kawana Koichi in 1969 after flood damage
Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday 10am - 3pm, parking reservations required
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The mission of the UCLA Hannah Carter Japanese Garden is to increase the visibility and access to garden by campus departments, students and the community at large. The garden, designed and constructed by Japanese artisans, is located one mile from the campus in Bel-Air. The garden includes antique carvngs, a main gate, teahouse, bridges, koi pond and a shrine. Staff and volunteers lead tours for schools, garden clubs, campus departments and other interested groups.
The garden was donated to the university in 1965 by Edward W. Carter, then Chairman of the Regents of the University of California. It was created in 1961 by Mr. And Mrs Gordon Guiberson in memory of his mother, Ethel Guiberson, who had organized the Beverly Hills Garden Club. The Guibersons, already knowledgable about Kyoto's gardens, hired Nagao Sakuai to design it. Many features were brought from Japan and reassembled on site. In addition, much of the stone for the design cam from Santa Paula Canyon in Ventura County.
The garden was seriously damaged by floods in 1969, but reconstruction financed by the Friends of the UCLA Gardens and designed by Dr. Kawana, restored the garden to its original glory.
Benson, Sheila. "Japanese Garden . . . Where Peace Rules." Los Angeles Times. August 20, 1991, pp F-6,7.
Goodman Marilyn. "Garden of Inner Peace, Westwood California." Garden Design. Vol 2, no 1, Spring 1983, pp 42-43.
Guiberson, Gordon. A Garden That Reminds One of Kyoto. San Francisco: Grabhorn Press, 1962.
"Image of Japan, The Orient in Bel-Air." Architectural Digest. vol 34, no 4, May/June 1977, pp 145-149.
"It's not Kyoto or Nikko, it's right in Los Angeles." Sunset. March 1966, pp 104-108.The UCLA Hanna Carter Japanese Garden. Update pamphlet.
Saihoji Temple, Kyoto
Actuality is emblem here: a walled-in garden
With its hieroglyph of the heart a lake with lotuses,
And its stones and trees a figure of ascent
From painted maze and sensuous paradise
To the Pure Land of the mind, the interior garden.
All paths wind inward to this inward mirror --
Reflecting-pool of primitive solitude --
Where the mind, quiescent, meditates its shadow,
In the garden's Heart this cipher of the heart.
Some bonze cropped bald by wisdom's scythe, to glean
In Chinese glaosses on the Sakya sage
Reality's scattered kernels, planted here
A green and less laborious commentary:
Perpetual witness of the perfect stillness.
Only the moss speaks still, a living scroll;
From the lakeshore to the hillside a silver-green
Page of continuous discourse where the foot moves
More soundlessly that thought along the paths laid
Over ten centuries ago
For the saints rehearsing sutras.
Their path unfolding in a single text,
They moved on an obscure way more quietly
Than the arhat's mantras or the lohan's prayer;
And bruised no stone, no grasses in their passing,
The ground of their desire inviolate.
Nameless, they merged into indifferent turf,
Engrossed in one impartite grace of green,
Their separate deaths lost in this single life --
Men without memory, without distinction.
Though earth assumes them like a scroll rolled up,
The path is fragrant still because they passed here.