I am

Silvery moonlight streams through the window
and onto the sticky mat
Where I am
Becoming
Space
Expanding
Gliding over the ice
Sohum
(I am that I am)

Riding the moonlight

5am

Pulled from sleep, I leave the warmth of the bed, pad barefoot across the cold hardwood floor.  At the window, the golden glow of an almost full moon lights up the sky, and pours  over the icy surface of the pond.  We greet each other in the stillness of early morning, a luminous embrace.

Day 7’s small stone.

Wonders

(Moon over the Bogs. Photo by Robin. 2006)

Sometimes I look at something and I think it’s so wonderful.
And then I realize I was pointing out a fact
That was as obvious as the moon.

~ Hsu Yun