I sit and watch the evening moon rise on full-moon night behind a tree like a yellow bloom or a cool fire-balloon moving slowly up the night air to pay homage to the Sacred Hair Relic of Buddha in paradise. There’s the Old Man pounding rice and beside him the Hare, So no Basho loneliness for me there but a quiet joy in the brightening sky as the moon climbs higher and it is time to retire. I get up early from a short night’s rest to greet the moon now in the west at its fairest less than an hour before it sets. The morning moon breathes So much tranquility and peace yet brings a light touch of the sense of our own evanescence. Too soon we leave to itself the morning moon. Win Pe |
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