the moon from my bedroom

 

 

 

The moon's the same old moon,

The flowers exactly as they were,

Yet I've become the thingness

Of all the things I see!

 

 

Bunan (1602-76)

Tonight you too

are rushed,

autumn moon.

 

Issa

Though night after night

The moon is stream-reflected,

Try to find where it has touched,

Point even to a shadow.

 

Takuan (1573-1645)

Searching Him took

My strength.

One night I bent

My pointing finger –

Never such a moon!

 

Keppo