Awaiting Mid-Autumn: Moon in Clouds
11th day of the 8th moon in the year of the water dragon.
Tonight it was cloudy. When I first went out to the park for my after dinner walk, I couldn’t see the moon at all. But by the time I was done, an hour later, there it was. A slightly bigger than half moon, fully revealed.
Jallaluddin Rumi, b.1207-1273, the Persian Sufi has a wonderful verse about this gradual unmasking. Here it is –
Last night the moon
Last night the moon came dropping its clothes in the street.
I took it as a sign to start singing,
to fall up into the bowl of sky.
The bowl breaks. Everywhere is falling everywhere.
There’s nothing else to do.
Here’s the new rule:
Break the wineglass
Fall towards the glassblower’s breath.
This poem can also be read as a metaphor for how we must shed our pretensions and defenses before we can embrace the real.
What pretensions should we get rid of as individuals and as a society, before we can open up to the infinite and feel the wonder of spirit in us?
Have a think. Don’t be shy to share. Help celebrate the fullness of the Mid-Autumn moon together.
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