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Moon

The moon shines in my body, but my blind eyes cannot see it:
The moon is within me, and so is the sun.
~Sant Kabirdas

“Tá an ghealach ina luí ar a droim
Glan ar meisce
Coimeádann sí na héin ina ndúiseacht
I dteanga iasachta atá a ngiob geab
Sníonn abhainn airgeadúil in aghaidh na fána,
Iompraíonn scáil na sceiche gile léi,
Taoi amuigh ag siúl, ní foláir, cosnochta

The moon lies on her back
Mad drunk
Keeping the birds awake
They chat in a foreign tongue
A silvery river flows up the slope
Bearing with it the reflection of a fairy bush
You must be out walking, in Your bare feet”
Gabriel Rosenstock

The monkey is reaching
For the moon in the water.
Until death overtakes him
He’ll never give up.

If he’d let go the branch and
Disappear in the deep pool,
The whole world would shine
With dazzling pureness.
~Hakuin

The thief left it behind: the moon at my window.~ Ryokan
The Moon of Your Love
By Muhammad Shirin Maghribi
(1349 – 1406)Th

Not a single soul lacks
a pathway to you.

There’s no stone,
no flower —
not a single piece of straw —
lacking your existence.

In every particle of the world,
the moon of your love
causes the heart
of each atom to glow.

Ode to Grandmother Moon

Out of the darkness,
she came from afar,
And she lighted my way,
touched me deep in my heart.

Though no words need she say,
I knew just who she was,
Come to call me back home,
embraced in her love.

Oh how I have longed,
how much I have prayed,
that this moment would come,
when day passeth away.

Now she calls me to let loose,
no more shall I hold,
Her light leads my way,
and my heart she renews.

In the darkness of twilight,
stars come into view,
Grandmother has come again,
guides me deeper in-tune.

Shining Star, you are my home.
From so far, we have grown.
Shining Star, I know it’s true.
forever and always, I love you.
– GreatOwl

be it of no great surprise
the moon is my Grandmother
who attunes me each night
~GreatOwl

Full Moon
Above the tower — a lone, twice-sized moon.
On the cold river passing night-filled homes,
It scatters restless gold across the waves.
On mats, it shines richer than silken gauze.

Empty peaks, silence: among sparse stars,
Not yet flawed, it drifts. Pine and cinnamon
Spreading in my old garden . . . All light,
All ten thousand miles at once in its light!
~Tu Fu

Some Kiss We Want

There is some kiss we want with
our whole lives, the touch of

spirit on the body. Seawater
begs the pearl to break its shell.

And the lily, how passionately
it needs some wild darling! At

night, I open the window and ask
the moon to come and press its

face against mine. Breathe into
me. Close the language- door and

open the love window. The moon
won’t use the door, only the window.
~ Rumi

Fall Moon Festival

by Thich Nhat Hanh

What will happen when form collides with emptiness,
and what will happen when perception enters non-perception?
Come here with me, friend.
Let’s watch together.
Do you see the two clowns, life and death
setting up a play on a stage?
Here comes Autumn.
The leaves are ripe.
Let the leaves fly.
A festival of colors, yellow, red.
The branches have held on to the leaves
during Spring and Summer.
This morning they let them go.
Flags and lanterns are displayed.
Everyone is here at the Full Moon Festival.

Friend, what are you waiting for?
The bright moon shines above us.
There are no clouds tonight.
Why bother to ask about lamps and fire?
Why talk about cooking dinner?
Who is searching and who is finding?
Let us just enjoy the moon, all night

Zazen

by Dogen
(1200 – 1253)

The moon reflected
In a mind clear
As still water:
Even the waves, breaking,
Are reflecting its light.

Looking for Each Other

by Thich Nhat Hanh

I have been looking for you, World Honored One,
since I was a little child.
With my first breath, I heard your call,
and began to look for you, Blessed One.
I’ve walked so many perilous paths,
confronted so many dangers,
endured despair, fear, hopes, and memories.
I’ve trekked to the farthest regions, immense and wild,
sailed the vast oceans,
traversed the highest summits, lost among the clouds.
I’ve lain dead, utterly alone,
on the sands of ancient deserts.
I’ve held in my heart so many tears of stone.

Blessed One, I’ve dreamed of drinking dewdrops
that sparkle with the light of far-off galaxies.
I’ve left footprints on celestial mountains
and screamed from the depths of Avici Hell, exhausted, crazed with despair
because I was so hungry, so thirsty.
For millions of lifetimes,
I’ve longed to see you,
but didn’t know where to look.
Yet, I’ve always felt your presence with a mysterious certainty.

I know that for thousands of lifetimes,
you and I have been one,
and the distance between us is only a flash of thought.
Just yesterday while walking alone,
I saw the old path strewn with Autumn leaves,
and the brilliant moon, hanging over the gate,
suddenly appeared like the image of an old friend.
And all the stars confirmed that you were there!
All night, the rain of compassion continued to fall,
while lightning flashed through my window
and a great storm arose,
as if Earth and Sky were in battle.
Finally in me the rain stopped, the clouds parted.
The moon returned,
shining peacefully, calming Earth and Sky.
Looking into the mirror of the moon, suddenly
I saw myself,
and I saw you smiling, Blessed One.
How strange!

The moon of freedom has returned to me,
everything I thought I had lost.
From that moment on,
and in each moment that followed,
I saw that nothing had gone.
There is nothing that should be restored.
Every flower, every stone, and every leaf recognize me.
Wherever I turn, I see you smiling
the smile of no-birth and no-death.
The smile I received while looking at the mirror of the moon.
I see you sitting there, solid as Mount Meru,
calm as my own breath,
sitting as though no raging fire storm ever occurred,
sitting in complete peace and freedom.
At last I have found you, Blessed One,
and I have found myself.
There I sit.

The deep blue sky,
the snow-capped mountains painted against the horizon,
and the shining red sun sing with joy.
You, Blessed One, are my first love.
The love that is always present, always pure, and freshly new.
And I shall never need a love that will be called “last.”
You are the source of well-being flowing through numberless troubled lives,
the water from your spiritual stream always pure, as it was in the beginning.
You are the source of peace,
solidity, and inner freedom.
You are the Buddha, the Tathagata.
With my one-pointed mind
I vow to nourish your solidity and freedom in myself
so I can offer solidity and freedom to countless others,
now and forever.

Song of Dawn

by Nazrul Islam
(1899 – 1976)

It’s dawn,-
open the door,
wake up, Khukumoni!
The jasmine flowers
from their vines
are calling you to come running,
wake up, Khukumoni!
Uncle Sun
is crawling out
all dressed in a crimson shirt,
listen — the gatekeeper
is singing
his song, “Rama hoi.”
The birds
are leaving their nests
to fly in the sky,
listen to them
singing continuously,
filling the morning air!
The restless
Bulbul birds
whistle from flower to flower,
this time,
this time,
Khukumoni will open her eyes!
Setting the rudder,
hoisting the sail,
the boat begins its journey,
this time,
this time,
Khukumoni has opened her eyes!
Lazy
she’s not–
she’s an early-riser,
that’s why
Brother Moon
gives a teep everyday for her!
Up
and running–
all the little boys and girls,
listen to them
babbling
about who woke up first!
Night’s
wash up
wake up, Khukumoni!
With a hymn
let’s begin
asking for a blessing from God!

Suddenly, in the sky at dawn, a moon appeared

by Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi
(1207 – 1273)

Suddenly, in the sky at dawn, a moon appeared,
Descended from the sky
Turned its burning gaze on me,
Like a hawk during the hunt seizing a bird,
Grabbed me and flew with me high into heaven.
When I looked at myself, I could not see myself
For in this moon, my body, by grace, had become soul.
And when I traveled in this soul, I saw nothing but moon,
Until the mystery of eternal theophany lay open to me.
All the nine heavenly spheres were drowned in this moon.
The skiff of my being drowned, dissolved, entirely, in that Sea.
Then, that Sea broke up into waves, Intelligence danced back,
And launched its song,
And the Sea covered over with foam,
And from each bubble of foam something sprang, clothed in form,
Something sprang from each light-bubble, clothed in a body.
Then each bubble of body-foam received a sign from the Sea,
Melted immediately and followed the flow of its waves.
Without the saving, redeeming help of my Lord,
Shams-ul-Haqq of Tabriz,
No one can contemplate the moon, no one can become the Sea.

That moon which the sky never saw

by Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi
(1207 – 1273)
English version by
W. S. Merwin and Talat Halman

That moon which the sky never saw
even in dreams
has risen again

bringing a fire
that no water can drown

See here where the body
has its house
and see here my soul

the cup of love has made the one
drunk
and the other a ruin

When the tavern keeper
became my heart’s companion

love turned my blood
to wine
and my heart burned on a spit

When the eye is full of him
a voice resounds

Oh cup
be praised
oh wine be proud

Suddenly when my heart saw
the ocean of love

it leapt away from me calling
Look for me

The face of Shams-ud Din
the glory of Tabriz

is the sun that hearts follow
like clouds

Reply to a Friend

by Ryokan
(1758 – 1831)

In stubborn stupidity, I live on alone
befriended by trees and herbs.
Too lazy to learn right from wrong,
I laugh at myself, ignoring others.
Lifting my bony shanks, I cross the stream,
a sack in my hand, blessed by spring weather.
Living thus, I want for nothing,
at peace with all the world.

Your finger points to the moon,
but the finger is blind until the moon appears.
What connection has moon and finger?
Are they separate objects or bound?
This is a question for beginners
wrapped in seas of ignorance.
Yet one who looks beyond metaphor
knows there is no finger; there is no moon.

The Autumn Moon

by Ryokan
(1758 – 1831)

The moon appears in every season, it is true,
But surely it’s best in fall.
In autumn, mountains loom and water runs clear.
A brilliant disk floats across the infinite sky,
And there is no sense of light and darkness,
For everything is permeated with its presence.
The boundless sky above, the autumn chill on my face.
I take my precious staff and wander about the hills.
Not a speck of the world’s dust anywhere,
Just the brilliant beams of moonlight.
I hope others, too, are gazing on this moon tonight,
And that it’s illuminating all kinds of people.
Autumn after autumn, the moonlight comes and goes;
Human beings will gaze upon it for eternity.
The sermons of Buddha, the preaching of Eno,
Surely occurred under the same kind of moon.
I contemplate the moon through the night,
As the stream settles, and white dew descends.
Which wayfarer will bask in the moonlight longest?
Whose home will drink up the most moonbeams?

You stop to point at the moon in the sky

by Ryokan
(1758 – 1831)

You stop to point at the moon in the sky,
but the finger’s blind unless the moon is shining.

One moon, one careless finger pointing —
are these two things or one?

The question is a pointer guiding
a novice from ignorance thick as fog.

Look deeper. The mystery calls and calls:
No moon, no finger — nothing there at all.

Barn’s burnt down
by Masahide
(1657? – 1723)

Barn’s burnt down —
now
I can see the moon.

Love Said To Me
by Maulana Rumi

I worship the moon.
Tell me of the soft glow of a candle light
and the sweetness of my moon.

Don’t talk about sorrow,
tell me of that treasure,
hidden if it is to you,
then just remain silent.

Last night
I lost my grip on reality
and welcomed insanity.
Love saw me and said,
I showed up.
Wipe your tears
and be silent.

I said, O Love I am frightened, but it’s not you.
Love said to me, there is nothing that is not me.
be silent.

I will whisper secrets in your ear
just nod yes
and be silent.

A soul moon
appeared in the path of my heart.
How precious is this journey.

I said, O Love
what kind of moon is this?
Love said to me,
this is not for you to question.
be silent.

I said, O Love
what kind of face is this,
angelic, or human?
Love said to me,
this is beyond anything that you know.
Be silent.

I said, please reveal this to me
I am dying in anticipation.
Love said to me,
that is where I want you:
Always on the edge,
be silent.
You dwell in this hall of
images and illusions,
leave this house now
and be silent.

I said, O Love, tell me this:
Does the Lord know you are
treating me this way?
Love said to me,
yes He does,
just be totally…
totally… silent

One moon is reflected in many waters;
All the water-moons are from the one moon.
The Dharma-body of all Buddhas has entered my own nature,
And my nature becomes one with the Tathagata.
~ Yoka Genkaku (Yongjia Xuanjue)

Since I came to this T ‘ien T ‘ai temple
how many Winters and Springs have passed
Otto draws goji 1885the mountains and the waters are unchanged
the man’s grown older
how many other men will watch those mountains stand
see the moon’s bright blaze of light
a shining lamp, above the world
full glistening and hanging in vast void
that brilliant jewel, its brightness, through the mist
some people say it waxes, wanes
their’s may but mine remains
as steady as the Mani Pearl
this light knows neither day or night
sermons there are, must be a million
too many to read in a hurry
if you want a friend just come to T’ien T’ai mountain
sit deep among the crags
we’ll talk about the Principle s
and chat about dark Mysteries
if you don’t come to my mountain
your view will be blocked
by the others

~ Shill Te

A message came from the Lord:
A full moon shone
Darkness disappeared
~Shah Abdul Latif Bhitai
————

Clear mind is like the full moon in the sky. Sometimes clouds come and cover it, but the moon is always behind them. Clouds go away, then the moon shines brightly. So don’t worry about clear mind: it is always there. When thinking comes, behind it is clear mind. When thinking goes, there is only clear mind. Thinking comes and goes, comes and goes, You must not be attached to the coming or the going.
~Zen

“The man who has seen the rising moon break out of the clouds at midnight has been present like an archangel at the creation of light and of the world”
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

As a river flows in ideal sequence,
May your soul reveal where time is presence.
As the Moon absolves the dark of distance,
May your style of thought bridge the difference.
As the breath of light awakens color,
May the dawn anoint your eyes with wonder
~ John O’Donohue

Oh, Moon! you used to swim in the sky and how come you to my window?
(A Tamil cinema song)

the moon has no intent to cast
its shadow anywhere,
nor does the pond design to
lodge the moon.
how serene the water of hirosawa!

~takua

“May you have warm words on a cold evening, a full moon on a dark night and a smooth road all the way to your door.”
Irish Blessings

Do I sit, deformed, a naked egg,
Catching at Good-bye, harvest moon,
Without seeing the harvest or the moon?

~Wallace Stevens

Under the night moon,
playing the flute quite badly—
my neighbor—listen.

~Koyo

shattering …
shattering … enduring
moon on the water

~Choshu

The moon shines in my body, but my blind eyes cannot see it:
The moon is within me, and so is the sun.
~Sant Kabirdas

The sky was lit
by the splendor of the moon
So powerful
I fell to the ground

Your love
has made me sure

I am ready to forsake
this worldly life
and surrender to the magnificence
of your Being

– Rumi

our old life was a frantic running
from silence.
The speechless full moon
comes out now.

~ Rumi

The true form is magnificently illuminated with gleaming
fire. The teaching’s voice is total silence amid the ringing
of wind chimes. The moon hangs in the old pine tree, cold
in the falling night. The chilled crane in its nest in the
clouds has not yet been aroused from its dreams.
– Hongzhi Zhengjue (1091-1157)

The moon is encircled by moons.
How can I hold it
In my hands?
The unseizable moon,
Glowing in the brilliance
Of a million moons,
Rocks my head
In a lunar carnival….

Moon fruits adorn
The tree of the moon,
Flashing,
Luminously flashing.

I try to see
But my eyes cannot bear;
The rays of beauty
Dazzle them.

~by Lalan

Chandra (Moon) Gayatri Mantra

Om Shirputraya Vidmahe, Amrit Tatvaya Dhimahi
Tanno Chandrah Prachodayat

Chandra Mantra — Moon Mantras

Om somaya namaha

Om chandraya namaha

Should be repeated on a Monday, the day of The Moon, or in the evening, particularly around the Full Moon.

… How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.
~Paul Bowles

Wallace Stevens: The milkman came in the moonlight and the moonlight Was less than moonlight. Nothing exists by itself. The moonlight seemed to.

D.H. (David Herbert) Lawrence: The moon is a white strange world, great, white, soft-seeming globe in the night sky, and what she actually communicates to me across space I shall never fully know. But the moon that pulls the tides, and the moon that controls the menstrual periods of women, and the moon that touches the lunatics, she is not the mere dead lump of the astronomist…. When we describe the moon as dead, we are describing the deadness in ourselves. When we find space so hideously void, we are describing our own unbearable emptiness.

“Is there anybody there?” said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
Walter De La Mare

In the moonlight the shepherds,
Soft lull’d by the rills,
Lie wrapt in their blankets
Asleep on the hills.
Matthew Arnold

Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
Walter De La Mare

That very time I saw (but thou couldst not)
Flying between the cold moon and the earth
Cupid all armed.
William Shakespeare

There is nothing left remarkable
Beneath the visiting moon.
William Shakespeare

The moon is full tonight
And hurts the eyes,
It is so definite and bright.
Philip Larkin

Then a small rainbow like a trellis gate,
A very small moon-made prismatic bow,
Stood closely over us through which to go.
Robert Frost

How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music
Creep in our ears. Soft stillness and the night
Become the touches of sweet harmony.
William Shakespeare

She sings as the moon sings:
“I am I, am I;
The greater grows my lift
The further that I fly.”
All creation shivers
With that sweet cry.
William Butler Yeats

One moon shows in every pool,
in every pool the one moon.
~ Chien-ju

There is nothing you can see that is not a flower;
there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
~ Basho

The whole moon and the entire sky are reflected in one dewdrop on the grass.
~ Dogen

the moon in autumn,
a cool breeze in summer, snow in winter.
If your mind isn’t clouded by unnecessary things,
this is the best season of your life.
~Wu-men

Enlightenment is like the moon reflected on the water.
The moon does not get wet, nor is the water broken.
Although its light is wide and great,
The moon is reflected even in a puddle an inch wide.
The whole moon and the entire sky
Are reflected in one dewdrop on the grass.
~ Dogen

Clear mind is like the full moon in the sky. Sometimes clouds come and cover it, but the moon is always behind them
~Zen

Everyone’s gone to the forests this full moon night
~Rabindranath Tagor

To what shall
I liken the world?
Moonlight, reflected
In dewdrops.
Shaken from a crane’s bill.

– Dogen

In a moonlit night on a spring day,
the croak of a frog
pierces through the whole cosmos
turning it into
a single family.
– Chang Chin-ch’en

The moon, like you,
is far away from me, but it’s our sole memento:
if your look and recall our past through it,
we can be one mind.
– Saigo
The moon’s the same old moon,
The flowers exactly as they were,
Yet I’ve become the thingness
Of all the things I see!

– Bunan

Spring-water in the green creek is clear

Moonlight on Cold Mountain is white

Silent knowledge–the spirit is enlightened of itself

Contempleate the void: this world exceeds stillness.

– Han-shan

The water and my mind have both settled down
Into perfect stillness.
Sun and moon shine bright in it.

At night I see in the surface
The enormous face of my old familiar moon.
I don’t think you’ve ever met the source of this reflection.

All shrillness fades into the sound of silence.
But now and then a puff of mist floats across the mirror.

It confuses me a little
But not enough to make me forget to forget my cares.
– Master Hsu Yun

The Partial within the True:
The blue sky clears and the River of Stars’ cold flood dries up.
At midnight the wooden boy pounds on the moon’s door.
In darkness the jade woman is startled from her sleep.
The True within the Partial:
Ocean and clouds rendezvous at the top of the spirit mountain.
The old woman returns with hair hanging down like white silk
And shyly faces the mirror coldly reflecting her image.

– Zen Master Hongzhi

Just when my longing to see
The moon over Kyoto
One last time grows deepest
The image I behold this autumn night
Leaves me sleepless for its beauty.
– Dogen

“Reason exhausted, concerns forgotten–
how could this be adequately expressed?
Wherever I go, the icy moonlight’s there,
falling just as it does on the valley ahead.
The fruit is ripe, trees heavy with monkeys,
mountains so endless I seem to have lost the way.
When I lift my head, some light still remains–
I see that I’m west of the place I call home.”
– Fa-yen

Spring has its hundred flowers,
Autumn its moon,
Summer has its cooling breezes,
Winter its snow.
If you allow no idle concerns
To weight on your heart,
Your whole life will be one
Perennial good season.
~ Zen

Yoga by Moonlight – Chandra Namaskara
http://www.yogaflavoredlife.com/styles-poses/yoga-by-moonlight-chandra-namaskar.html

YOGA, the MOON SALUTATION

We are the night ocean filled
With glints of light. We are the space
Between the fish and the moon,
While we sit here together.
~ Rumi

In every particle of the world,
the moon of your love
causes the heart
of each atom to glow.
~Muhammad Shirin Maghribi

I worship the moon.
Tell me of the soft glow of a
candle light
and the sweetness of my moon.
~ Rumi

The moon has become a dancer
at this festival of love.
This dance of light,
This sacred blessing,
This divine love,
beckons us
to a world beyond
only lovers can see
with their eyes of fiery passion.
They are the chosen ones
who have surrendered.
Once they were particles of light
now they are the radiant sun.
They have left behind
the world of deceitful games.
They are the privileged lovers
who create a new world
with their eyes of burning passion.
~ Rumi

Tonight is a night of union for the stars and of scattering,
scattering, since a bride is coming from the skies, consisting of a full moon.
~ Rumi

Thirst drove me down to the water
where I drank the moon’s reflection.
~Rumi

Close the language-door,
and open the love-window
The moon won’t use the door,
only the window.
~Rumi

I am the Spirit Moon
with no place.
You do not see me for I am hidden
inside the soul.
~Rumi

Your beauty is glory in nakedness, the melt
Of smooth skin unsullied with petulant jewels
And the spoiling touch of silk. Your delicate face
Is as pure as the milk of the full moon.
~Rumi

Full Moon, like the heart throb of the world. From what unknown sky hast thou carried in thy silence the aching secret of love?
~ Tagore

I am your moon and your moonlight too
I am your flower garden and your water too
I have come all this way, eager for you
Without shoes or shawl
I want you to laugh
To kill all your worries
To love you
To nourish you.
~Rumi

To-night there is a stir among the palm leaves, a swell in the sea, Full Moon, like the heart throb of the world. From what unknown sky hast thou carried in thy silence the aching secret of love?
~Rabindranath Tagore

“In the moon thou sendest thy love letters to me,” said the night to the sun.
~Rabindranath Tagore

Walking under the shadow of moonlight
Once I saw a naked man,
Standing with raised hands
Under a banyan tree
Whispering to himself “I am free”.
That was eons ago,
When the rivers would flow,
And the heavenly birds singing,
For ever and ever ringing.
Time flowed down the river,
And the banyan tree had grown bigger,
When I saw him again, saffron clad,
Looking glad.
Monks, with yellow robes wandered all around,
People were kissing the ground.
Buddha, they gave him the name,
And bestowed him with all the fame.
Under the banyan tree,
He told them peacefully,
“You are free”.
They called him “The Holy One”
But time waited for none,
Down the river it flowed away.
It was only the other day,
That I came across,
The same naked man, bearing a cross,
On his bleeding shoulders.
And they,
Who had called him “the holy one”
Spat on him, and made fun.
He, who had once said “I am free”
Under the banyan tree,
Looked up at me,
And said “Please make them free”.
I stood stupefied,
As he was crucified,
And the river water turned red.
Today at sunset,
Once again I met,
The man,
Standing with folded hands,
Offering deep humble bows
As that One Light radiated bright,
Through Many Windows.
~ Swami Shraddhananda

The true form is magnificently illuminated with gleaming fire.
The teaching’s voice is total silence amid the ringing of wind chimes.
The moon hangs in the old pine tree, cold in the falling night.
The chilled crane in its nest in the clouds has not yet been aroused from its dreams.
~ Hongzhi Zhengjue

Once I was beset by anxiety but I pushed the fear away by studying the sky, determining when the moon would come out and where the sun would appear in the morning.
~Louise Bourgeois

Meditate. Live purely. Be quiet. Do your work with mastery. Like the moon, come out from behind the clouds! Shine.
~Buddha

In autumn even though I may see it again, how can I sleep with the moon this evening?
~Dogen

When Ryonen was about to pass from this
world, she wrote another poem:

Sixty-six times have these eyes beheld the
changing scene of autumn.
I have said enough about moonlight,
Ask no more.
Only listen to the voice of pines and cedars
when no wind stirs.

‘Thirst drove me down to the water, where I drank in the reflection of the moon…’
~Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi

Alone And Drinking Under The Moon

Amongst the flowers I
am alone with my pot of wine
drinking by myself; then lifting
my cup I asked the moon
to drink with me, its reflection
and mine in the wine cup, just
the three of us; then I sigh
for the moon cannot drink,

and my shadow goes emptily along
with me never saying a word;
with no other friends here, I can
but use these two for company;
in the time of happiness, I
too must be happy with all
around me; I sit and sing
and it is as if the moon

accompanies me; then if I
dance, it is my shadow that
dances along with me; while
still not drunk, I am glad
to make the moon and my shadow
into friends, but then when
I have drunk too much, we
all part; yet these are

friends I can always count on
these who have no emotion
whatsoever; I hope that one day
we three will meet again,
deep in the Milky Way.

~ Li Po

I worship the moon.
Tell me of the soft glow of a candle light
and the sweetness of my moon.

Don’t talk about sorrow,
tell me of that treasure,
hidden if it is to you,
then just remain silent.

Last night
I lost my grip on reality
and welcomed insanity.
Love saw me and said,
I showed up.
Wipe your tears
and be silent.

I said, O Love I am frightened, but it’s not you.
Love said to me, there is nothing that is not me.
be silent.

I will whisper secrets in your ear
just nod yes
and be silent.

A soul moon
appeared in the path of my heart.
How precious is this journey.

I said, O Love
what kind of moon is this?
Love said to me,
this is not for you to question.
be silent.

I said, O Love
what kind of face is this,
angelic, or human?
Love said to me,
this is beyond anything that you know.
Be silent.

I said, please reveal this to me
I am dying in anticipation.
Love said to me,
that is where I want you:
Always on the edge,
be silent.
You dwell in this hall of
images and illusions,
leave this house now
and be silent.

I said, O Love, tell me this:
Does the Lord know you are
treating me this way?
Love said to me,
yes He does,
just be totally…
totally… silent

~Rumi

Dividing God

The moon starts singing
When everyone is asleep
And the planets throw a bright robe
Around their shouldersand whirl up
Close to her side.

Once I asked the moon,
Why do you and your sweet friends
Not perform so romantically like that
To a larger crowd?

And the whole sky chorus resounded,

“The admission price to hear
The lofty minstrels
Speak of love

Is affordable only to those
Who have not exhausted themselves
Dividing God all day
And thus need rest.

The thrilled Tavern fiddlers
Who are perched on the roof

Do not want their notes to intrude
Upon the ears
Where an accountant lives
With a sharp pencil
Keeping score of words
Another
In their great sorrow or sad anger
May have once said
To you.”

Hafiz knows:
The sun will stand as your best man
And whistle
When you have found the courage
To marry forgiveness

When you have found the courage
to marry
Love.

~Hafiz

“The light that comes from the sun illuminates the whole world; and that which is in the moon, and in the fire; know that light to be Mine.”
~Bhagavad-Gita

Clear mind is like the full moon in the sky.

Sometimes clouds come and cover it…, but the moon is always behind them. Clouds go away, then the moon shines brightly. So don’t worry about clear mind: it is always there. When thinking comes, behind it is clear mind. When thinking goes, there is only clear mind. Thinking comes and goes, comes and goes, You must not be attached to the coming or the going.

~Zen Master Seung Sahn

I am the Spirit Moon…
You do not see me for I am hidden
inside the soul.

Others want you for themselves but I call you
…back to yourself.

You give me many names but I am
beyond all names.

I am the garden of all gardens
I speak as the King of all flowers

I am the spring of all waters.
My words are like a ship and the sea
is their meaning.

Come to me and I will take you
to the depths of spirit..!

~ Rumi

The moon shines in my body
by Kabir

(15th Century) Timeline
English version by Rabindranath Tagore

The moon shines in my body, but my blind eyes cannot see it:
The moon is within me, and so is the sun.
The unstruck drum of Eternity is sounded within me; but my deaf ears cannot hear it.

So long as man clamours for the I and the Mine, his works are as naught:
When all love of the I and the Mine is dead, then the work of the Lord is done.
For work has no other aim than the getting of knowledge:
When that comes, then work is put away.

The flower blooms for the fruit: when the fruit comes, the flower withers.
The musk is in the deer, but it seeks it not within itself: it wanders inLink to sacred music for moon
http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10150525625798970&set=o.170012699747595&type=1&theater&notif_t=like quest of grass.

Reality can be experienced only with the eye of understanding, not just by a scholar. What the moon is like must be seen with one’s own eyes. How can others do it for you?
~Adi Shankaracharya

“Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of moon.”
~ Rumi

A new moon teaches gradualness and deliberation and how one gives birth to oneself slowly. Patience with small details makes perfect a large work, like the universe.
~Rumi

LUA CHEIA
[Portuguese]

Quando o céu todo se enfeita.
Para uma paz satisfeita
E o mundo inteiro se deita
Nos braços da escuridão,
Aparece a lua cheia,
A fulgurante candeia
Que pelo espaço vagueia,
Clareando a imensidão!

Sutil e cariciosa,
Dentro da nuvem garbosa,
Ela se eleva ditosa,
Num soberbo alumbramento!
É o espelho da beleza,
Refletindo a natureza,
No seu trono de princesa
Do salão do firmamento!

O céu – lindos alabastros!
Vive marcado de rastros
Da enamorada dos astros
E poetisa do azul!
Quando ela passa sombria,
Distribuindo alegria
E recitando poesia
Para o Cruzeiro do Sul!

E na sua claridade
Que há tanta serenidade,
Existe a sublimidade
Da transparência de um véu…
A lua que algo retrata,
Jogando luz sobre a mata,
Parece um olho de prata
No rosto imenso do céu!

Jansen Filho

‎[Portuguese]
lua quase cheia
por trás das nuvens
nos olhos do cão
Alice Ruiz

nearly full moon
behind the clouds
in the eyes of the dog
Alice Ruiz

http://poesiamsicagentedanossaterra.blogspot.com/2010/01/lua-cheia.html

http://pensador.uol.com.br/lua_cheia/2/

http://www.poezijaonline.net/pun-mjesec/ [Croatian]

मैं और मेरा चाँद
अक्सर अँधेरी रातों में
चाय की प्यालियों में डूबकर
जागा करते हैं रात भर

कभी तोड़ते हैं खुशियों का गुल्लक
बाँट लेते हैं खुशियाँ आधी-आधी
और अश्क़ों की बारिश में कभी
भिगो देते हैं गम के तकियों को

हँसते हैं, गाते हैं और गुनगुनाते हैं
और कभी-कभी शरमाते भी हैं
बिता देते हैं हम सारी रात
यूँ ही एक दूजे की बातों में
दुश्मन है मेरी सुबह की किरणें
कर देती है हम दोनों को जुदा
फिर रात मिलन का वादा लेकर
मेरा चाँद छुप जाता है कहीं बादलों में

My moon and I
Often on Dark nights
Drown in tea cups
To stay up all night

Sometimes we break the piggy bank of happiness
Share the joys equally
And sometimes the sprinkling of ashk [?]
Soak the pillows of despair

Laughing, singing, humming
And occasionally blushing
We spend all night
Simply in the words of each other
The morning rays are an enemy
They separate the two of us
Promising to meet again at night
My moon hides somewhere in the clouds

Poet unknown
Found in many sites on the web; translated by Google with some modifications

NOCHE DE LUNA LLENA

Hoy es noche de luna llena
noche joven y preciosa.
Luna bella,
tu brillante luz incitaron
a mis ojos a soñar despierta.

Te miro y me miras,
tu redondez es perfecta
como lo es la de mi tierra
desde donde te admiro.

Nada interrumpe el silencio
de la penumbra de esta noche.
Es una noche callada,
la luz de la luna
ha inquietado mi sueño
y mis ojos permanecen
despiertos.

¡Noche qué preciosa eres!,
Noche…, de luna llena.

http://foro.univision.com/t5/Madres-Padres-e-Hijos/NOCHE-DE-LUNA-LLENA-POEMA/td-p/352483174

‎[French]

Poème sur la Pleine Lune

Une douzaine de fois par an, la Pleine Lune
Vient faire un coucou à chacun, chacune…
Quand la nuit est enfin tombée
Règne sur la campagne une douce clarté…
Nous pouvons marcher en toute tranquilité
Sur les chemins doucement éclairés…
La lune fait projeter des ombres
Mais empêche le paysage d’être sombre…
Le sommeil de certains est troublé
Et ces personnes se lèvent fatiguées…
En plus, cela procure un certain énervement
Pendant que les heures s’égrènent doucement…
Mais quand vous passez une nuit avec un sommeil reposant
Vous avez l’impression que l’on vous vole du temps…
Les animaux aussi sont plus où moins dérangés
Avec ces nuits pleines de luminosité…
Mais ainsi le monde est fait
Et dans la nature, tout ne peut être parfait…

http://nounoute59.unblog.fr/2007/04/04/poeme-sur-la-pleine-lune/

But the moon rose higher and higher, and became lighter and lighter in the sky ; the splendid glittering of the pond and of the dewdrops grew clearer and clearer.. Leo Tolstoy

A good poem to start off with is Jing Ye Si (Quiet Night Thoughts) by Li Bai (Li Po). This well-known poem can be found in the Penguin collection of Li Bai’s and Du Fu (Tu Fu)’s poetry translated by Arthur Cooper, the poem – along with his translation – is rendered below.
Quiet night thoughts

Chuang qian ming yue guang
Yi shi di shang shuang.

Ju tou wang ming yue,
Di tou si gu xiang.

Before my bed
There is bright-lit moonlight
So that it seems
Like frost on the ground:

Lifting my head
I watch the bright moon
Lowering my head
I dream that I’m home.

http://www.sacu.org/poetry.html

Full moon —
stepping through the snow
the sound of the stones.
– – – – –
Chiyo-ni

http://earlywomenmasters.net/soundings/

Poems on the Moon

by: Sri Chinmoy

Celestial compassion-moon
My aspiration-heart today
Again and again implores.

Your Eternal Moon Of Love

O my soul,
If you want to come down,
Then come down with your
Eternal moon of love.
O my body,
If you want to go up,
Then go up with your
Eternal sun of strength.

The Sacred Heart Of The Moon

The sacred heart of the moon
Is from the secret Smile of God.
The sacred breath of the sun
Is from the open Dance of God.

The Moon’s Silver Feet

The moon’s silver feet
Give my heart joy beyond measure.
The sun’s golden eye
Transports my life
Into the world of Transcendence-Treasure.

THE SUN IS DANCING

The sun is dancing,
The moon is dancing,
The stars are dancing.
I am dancing this moment
With the sun, moon and stars.
Next moment I am sailing
With the sky.
The sky makes me feel
That I am the vastness of Infinity’s Heart;
The sun, moon and stars make me feel
That God’s creation is for ecstasy’s beginningless birth
And endless journey.

Some Kiss We Want

There is some kiss we want with
our whole lives, the touch of

spirit on the body. Seawater
begs the pearl to break its shell.

And the lily, how passionately
it needs some wild darling! At

night, I open the window and ask
the moon to come and press its

face against mine. Breathe into
me. Close the language- door and

open the love window. The moon
won’t use the door, only the window.

From Soul of Rumi
by Coleman Barks

One who does what the Friend wants done
will never need a friend.

There’s a bankruptcy that’s pure gain.
The moon stays bright when it
doesn’t avoid the night.

A rose’s rarest essence
lives in the thorn.

From Soul of Rumi
by Coleman Barks

LUA CHEIA
[Portuguese]

Quando o céu todo se enfeita.
Para uma paz satisfeita
E o mundo inteiro se deita
Nos braços da escuridão,
Aparece a lua cheia,
A fulgurante candeia
Que pelo espaço vagueia,
Clareando a imensidão!

Sutil e cariciosa,
Dentro da nuvem garbosa,
Ela se eleva ditosa,
Num soberbo alumbramento!
É o espelho da beleza,
Refletindo a natureza,
No seu trono de princesa
Do salão do firmamento!

O céu – lindos alabastros!
Vive marcado de rastros
Da enamorada dos astros
E poetisa do azul!
Quando ela passa sombria,
Distribuindo alegria
E recitando poesia
Para o Cruzeiro do Sul!

E na sua claridade
Que há tanta serenidade,
Existe a sublimidade
Da transparência de um véu…
A lua que algo retrata,
Jogando luz sobre a mata,
Parece um olho de prata
No rosto imenso do céu!

Jansen Filho

~ translation provided by Suely ~

FULL MOON When the whole sky was adorned.
For a happy peace
And the whole world lies
In the arms of darkness,
It appears the full moon,
The blazing lamp
That wanders through space,
Clearing the immensity!

Subtle and caressing,
Garbosa within the cloud,
She brings her blessed,
In a superb illuminism!
It is the mirror of beauty,
Reflecting the nature,
Princess on her throne
The hall of the firmament!

The sky – beautiful alabaster!
Lives marked trails
Enamored of the stars
And poet of the blue!
When it is dark,
joy distributing
And reciting poetry
For the Southern Cross!

And in its light
There is so much serenity,
There is a sublimity
Transparency of a veil …
The moon reflects something,
Throwing light on the forest
It looks like a silver eye
In the face of the immense sky.

~
Yon rising Moon that looks for us again —
How oft hereafter will she wax and wane;
How oft hereafter rising look for us
Through this same Garden — and for one in vain!
~ Omar Khayyam

Ju-yi Muliyan –
Abu Abullah Rudaki (d. AD 940) Persian poets
Translated by A. J. Arberry, 1958
The Ju-yi Mulian we call to mind,
We long for those dear friends long left behind.
The sands of Oxus, toilsome though they be,
Beneath my feet were soft as silk to me.
Glad at the friend’s return, the Oxus deep
Up to our girths in laughing waves shall leap.
Long live Bukhara! Be thou of good cheer!
Joyous towards thee hasteth our Amir!
The moon’s the prince, Bukhara is the sky;
O Sky, the Moon shall light thee by and by!
Bukhara is the Mead, the Cypress he;
Receive at last, O Mead, thy Cypress tree!

The Muliyan Brook I Recall
Written by
Abu Abullah Rudaki (d. AD 940)
Translated by Iraj Bashiri
Copyright, Iraj Bashiri, 2004

The sweet fragrance of the Muliyan brook,
Recalls memories, so long ago forsook.

Rough sands of the Oxus beneath my feet,
Caress them as would silk, soft and sweet.

Enjoy life everlasting, always full of cheer,
Your guest’s the Amir, ever joyous and dear.

Tumultuous Oxus, full of joy and mirth,
Greeting us, leaps warmly to our girth.

O Bukhara!
Thou art the Sky, brilliant Moon is He,
O mighty Sky, embrace Thy Moon with glee.

Thou art the Mead, stately Cypress He,
Receive Thee anon, Thy beloved Cypress tree.

http://www.angelfire.com/rnb/bashiri/Poets/Rudaki.html

Her shape arises,
She is less guarded than ever,
yet more guarded than ever,
…nothing is conceal’d from her
…she is the most belov’d
…she is silent–
-Walt Whitman

Nothing that is can pause or stay;
The moon will wax, the moon will wane,
The mist and cloud will turn to rain,
The rain to mist and cloud again,
Tomorrow be today.
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

That orbed maiden
With white fire laden
Whom mortals call the Moon
-Percy Bythe Shelley, “The Cloud”

I see the moon,
The moon sees me
God bless the moon,
And God bless me.
-A nursery rhyme

As long as the moon shall rise
As long as the river shall flow
As long as the sun shall shine
As long as the grass shall grow
-Native American prayer

The whole room shimmered in a trance
Beneath the moonbeam’s silent dance.
-A. Pushkin, Eugene Onegin (Johnston’s translation)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Title: A Poet Looks At The Moon
Author: Edward Powys Mathers [More Titles by Mathers]

I hear a woman singing in my garden,
But I look at the moon in spite of her.

I have no thought of trying to find the singer
Singing in my garden;
I am looking at the moon.

And I think the moon is honouring me
With a long silver look.

I blink
As bats fly black across the ray;
But when I raise my head the silver look
Is still upon me.

The moon delights to make eyes of poets her mirror,
And poets are many as dragon scales
On the moonlit sea.

From the Chinese of Chang Jo Hsu.

Before I lived to sigh,
Thou wert in Avon, and a thousand rills,
Beautiful Orb! and so, whene’er I lie
Trodden, thou wilt be gazing from thy hills.
Blest be thy loving light, where’er it spills,
And blessed thy fair face, O Mother mild!
Still shine, the soul of rivers as they run,
Still lend thy lonely lamp to lovers fond,
And blend their plighted shadows into one:–
Still smile at even on the bedded child,
And close his eyelids with thy silver wand!

Thomas Hood’s poem: Ode To The Moon
http://www.readbookonline.net/readOnLine/16002/

No Water, No Moon *

When the nun Chiyono studied Zen under Bukko of Engaku
she was unable to attain the fruits of meditation for a long
time. At last one moonlit night she was carrying water in an
old pail bound with bamboo. The bamboo broke and the
bottom fell out of the pail, and at that moment Chiyono was
set free ! In commemoration, she wrote a
poem :

In this way and that I tried to save the old pail
Since the bamboo strip was weakening and about to break
Until at last the bottom felt out.
No more water in the pail!
No more moon in the water!
http://allspirit.co.uk/nondualquotes6.html

As for me, I delight in the everyday Way,
Among mist-wrapped vines and rocky caves.
Here in the wilderness I am completely free,
With my friends, the white clouds, idling forever.
There are roads, but they do not reach the world;
Since I am mindless, who can rouse my thoughts?
On a bed of stone I sit, alone in the night,
While the round moon climbs up Cold Mountain.

~Han Shan

~
Gratitude for Quotes from Poetry Chaikana.com
Gaia Minute

Sun, Moon, Earth ~ celestial neighbors

Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.
Buddha

The moon shines in my body, but my blind eyes cannot see it:
The moon is within me, and so is the sun.
~Sant Kabirdas

The earth is supported by the power of truth; it is the power of truth that makes the sun shine and the winds blow; indeed all things rest upon truth.
Chanakya

Buildings, too, are children of Earth and Sun.
Frank Lloyd Wright

The sun, with all those planets revolving around it and dependent on it, can still ripen a bunch of grapes as if it had nothing else in the universe to do.
Galileo Galilei

How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains!
John Muir

Trees go wandering forth in all directions with every wind, going and coming like ourselves, traveling with us around the sun two million miles a day, and through space heaven knows how fast and far!
John Muir

And meanwhile the earth itself is running its race around the sun with incredible speed, obedient to fixed, immutable laws. Human intelligence has succeeded in understanding these laws, and it is now possible to determine earth’s position in time and space, relative to the sun and other heavenly bodies, at any point in the future, just so long as the present frame of our solar system is not disturbed by any unusual, large-scale events.
Jónas Hallgrímsson
Source: On the Nature and Origin of the Earth

Life is the fire that burns and the sun that gives light. Life is the wind and the rain and the thunder in the sky. Life is matter and is earth, what is and what is not, and what beyond is in Eternity.
Lucius Annaeus Seneca

We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature – trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence… We need silence to be able to touch souls.
Mother Teresa

You must be a lotus, unfolding its petals when the sun rises in the sky, unaffected by the slush where it is born or even the water which sustains it!
Sai Baba

Behold, my friends, the spring is come; the earth has gladly received the embraces of the sun, and we shall soon see the results of their love!
Sitting Bull

If the Sun and Moon should ever doubt, they’d immediately go out.
William Blake

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