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What Should We Do About That Moon?

Jun 3, 2005

i went out on the terrace at sunset to ask a Big Question relating to My Purpose in the World. i looked out over a sky so seriously engaged in explaining crimson to the half-listening earth (she has had a long day and is tired but still loving in her inattentiveness- as only a mother can be). there is something incomparable about this light. it breaks on the roofs of houses and against the whitewashed walls. touches with such softly straying fingers each flower glowing with wistfulness and where it finds a face calls forth all the glamour of the soul within so that the phrase "ordinary people" fades faster than the memory of the last thought you had before falling asleep on tuesday night. a light so full of fearless helplessness it renders the world powerfully vulnerable. bird cries, temple bells and the quiet rumble of wooden bullock cart wheels on a long road interrupt a beautifully imperfect silence...

and now the sky is almost finished with its sermon, the sun has finished his long drawn out farewell, the flowers dip petulant heads- except for the jasmine- more spirited than the rest- she does not need the warm patronage of the sun to unclench her sharply fragrant fists and catch the falling darkness as it decends...

and now i can hear the sound of stainless steel plates being placed on a table downstairs and the impatient whistle of a rice cooker.
i must get up and go in.

i see the first star in the sky winking at me as i rise. now what is That about i wonder...


My Purpose.
in the World.


i wonder why i'm wondering why that seemed like a recently relevant question.

and now it's really time to go help with dinner.


(but i heard you hafiz before i went in- as i looked up at the moon that appeared near the sly-winking star- i heard your singing and it danced me down the stairs to dinner and beyond...)


A wine bottle fell from a wagon and
broke open in a field.

That night one hundred beetles and all their cousins

and did some serious binge drinking.

They even found some seed husks nearby
and began to play them like drums and whirl.
This made God very happy.

Then the "night candle" rose into the sky
and one drunk creature, laying down his instrument,
said to his friend ~ for no apparent

"What should we do about that moon?"

Seems to Hafiz
Most everyone has laid aside the music

Tackling such profoundly useless

~ Hafiz ~

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