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"Moon-gazing, not looking, it was there"
Long, so long ago she and I stood near the deep pine by the dark
lake and felt the presence of the stars becoming in the night. As I looked
intently up into the stars, Michelle repeated one of her favorite koans.
"Moon-gazing, not looking, it was there"
By my glance she could easily see that I was only pretending to
understand her.
"Here, let me show you," her voice whispered.
She knelt by the water, cupped her hands and, giggling as only
she could giggle, stood holding her water - filled cupped hands before
her.
"Do you see?"
I was puzzled.
"Look..." she offered her cupped hands up to me.
I still did not see.
"Silly," she laughed,
"stoop down,
scoop up the water,
and you hold the moon in your hands..."
I saw. There in her cupped, water - filled receptive hands rested
the glimmering full moon.
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