I woke up one night; there was no rain; or thunder, or hail; or sideways rain,
I moved some blinds and the moon was still full,
I imagined the blue-purple water Lillies, I had seen some days ago.
I could see my little dam in the full moon. Was my little dam full yet?
It was calling out for rain. It was neither full nor empty my little dam.
I was enjoying the full moon, It reminded me of Zen
The shadows, the dark trees, and the full round moon.
Earth, I love as I stand calm and safe in this warm moon above,
And then I look up and there is the full moon,
And then I noticed my, connection to all the shiver of suffering.
Connected to all people, things and birds, animals, and this moon.
I wondered about those who had their last December Day.
People playing at the edge, and the adventure, and the loss.
Had they embraced the water in love and hate,
They seemed to pull all they could from water raging,
Life lost and sadness, the suffering.
I wondered about my own life of adventure in the green bush
The people we love and those we never meet,
Our life of love, sadness, and suffering
And yet, and yet I wonder.
– Rev. Doshin Kusan Roshi