a moment arrives
without a need of the past
the full moon rises
a thought bubbles up
a preference is posited
the moon doesn’t mind
the bubble bursts, pop!
awareness has no center
mooning melts the night
Image: Utagawa Hiroshige (Ando), Wind Blown Grass Across the Moon
Collection, Brooklyn Museum, New York
8 thoughts on “mooning melts the night”
awareness has no center – oh
Have you seen, dear Nina, that Nina’s awareness includes no Nina?
Ah miriam…..this is Rich and Timely….beyond earthly measure. SO Appreciate! Dorothea
Timing is the prerogative of Emptiness dear Dorothea. Its synchronicity never ceases to amaze.
For a fellow moon lover:
Thank you my dear Bro. Precious. x
Mooning ever present, showy nights…
Loving your company in this mooning-ness dear Di. ❤