Opening my eyes from predawn meditation, I glanced upwards to see the third quarter moon at its zenith shining brightly. Clouds rendered paler by the reflected light of our distant neighbor raced across the sky making haste in front of the cold winter wind while the dark trees swayed back and forth standing in sharp contrast to the heavens. It was a moment of natural, colorless beauty. I turned to grab my phone to preserve the moment, but it disappeared just as suddenly as it had come. My meditation bench had taught me yet another lesson – be content with the moment.
the moon and the sky
beauty lies in the moment
not in the image