I love the way the moon is always playing hide-and-seek with me.  The times and places it rises and sets change. I have to keep track of whether it is waxing or waning. Sometimes I look and look and can’t see it– and then, all of  a sudden, there it is.

at night,
deep in the mountains,
I breathe…
everything is still,
all thoughts emptied
into the night.
my robe has become
a garment of frost.
suddenly, above the
highest peak,
the full moon appears.

~ Ryokan

 

If the full moon loves you, why worry about the stars?

-Tunisian Proverb