I sit beneath the cliff, quiet and alone.
Round moon in the middle of the sky’s a bird ablaze:
all things are seen mere shadows in its brilliance,
that single wheel of perfect light…
Alone, its spirit naturally comes clear.
Swallowed in emptiness in this cave of darkest mystery,
because of the finger pointing, I saw the moon.
That moon became the pivot of my heart.
(Han Shan)
I love it 🙂
Beautiful!
Gorgeous picture and lovely poem; ‘pivot of my heart’ – love it!
This picture was taken at my favourite Japanese store. The finger pointing is perfect match for the poem. I thought it’s great to put it together. Thank you.
Absolutely, a perfect match!
That’s beautiful!
Thank you, P. the other p.