I contemplate the moon through the night.

May 5, 2015 § 2 Comments

Sitting in a field under the moon

Just two days past I sat in a field and contemplated the full moon. Its light illuminated the spring grass and turned the field bright white. Even my raised finger appeared to glow. Such is the magic of moonlight.

As I sat the white dew descended. Beams of moonlight came and went with each passing cloud. Or was it the moon itself that floated past the clouds and across the infinite sky?

Under this moon floats all of humanity. Under this brilliant disk Buddha, Christ and Lao Tsu gave sermons. It permeates everything with its presence yet one side is never seen. Its form is emptiness.

The moon illuminates everything yet there remains something mysterious and forever undefined. We cannot capture this mystery so we just sit and let form be form and emptiness be emptiness. In this way we bask in the moonlight and drink up the moonbeams.

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