There is a story of a thief and a zen master. The thief breaks into the master’s home to rob him, only to discover that the master owns nothing. Seeing the thief has worked hard for nothing, the zen master gives the thief the clothes off his back. After the perplexed thief departs, the naked zen master gazes out of his window.
“I wish I could have given him this moon, too,” he says.
I see the backyard radiated in the glow of a harvest moon. Or I see the bank of clouds brighten behind its hidden, reflected light. How often have I experienced both.
Would that I savored either with the equanimity of a naked zen master, gazing at the full moon.
a distant howl
answered by another
I’m hosting over at dVerse today, where we celebrate the moon. The pub is open! Come join us!