Every time I look at the moon, it reminds me of a conversation with a Thai lady that I lived with in Chiang Rai. We were sitting in the dark, looking at the full moon and she asked: “Can you … Continue reading
It was a long sleepless night. It might have been the effect of the moon, the gravitational force as the midnight star comes closer to the earth. The moon was visible from the east and gradually moves to the west as it fades awaywhen the morning star is rising.
I’m lying on the moon
My dear, I’ll be there soon
It’s a quiet starry place
Time’s we’re swallowed up
In space we’re here a million miles away
There’s things I wish I knew
There’s no thing I keep from you
It’s a dark and shiny place
But with you my dear
I’m safe and we’re a million miles away
We’re lying on the moon
It’s a perfect afternoon
Your shadow follows me all day
Making sure that I’m okay and
We’re a million miles away
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)
It was a bountiful harvest considering most of these vegetables grew in a container and a small parcel of land.
Garlic, sage, kale, parsley, carrots and basil are just too much for one person. Most of these vegetables I shared with neighbours, friends and family. I will be keeping a few bulbs of garlic to grow.
I picked them way before the Autumn Harvest moon came out.
The view from my balcony faces west and I see the morning moon. A light cloud hanging low and a single bird hovering the horizon gave me a feeling of serenity in the stillness of the morning.
Of course, the moon looks brighter at night especially on the first evening of Harvest Moon. In order for me to capture this, I have to go out on the street, look towards east and wait for the rising of the moon.
“Believe in yourself, your neighbors, your work, your ultimate attainment of more complete happiness. It is only the farmer who faithfully plants seeds in the Spring, who reaps a harvest in Autumn. ” – B. C. Forbes