An early-thirteenth century Japanese poet:
“When I’m looking at the Moon
I become the Moon.
The Moon that I’m watching.
And I merge with the World,
Becoming one with it.”
The title of a sixteenth-century Japanese monochrome picture:
“Monkeys That Are Trying to Catch the Reflection of the Moon in the Pond.”
In the fourteenth century, Japanese Zen monks taught that the contemplation of Nature in the wild or of the garden carefully and specially designed for contemplation, could open the way to the comprehension of the Truth of Being, to reaching satori.
From the book, Notes Written Propped on the Pillow, by a Japanese noble woman who lived at the end of the tenth-early eleventh century:
“How sad is the old garden with the pond covered in duckweed and overgrown with fragrant reeds in the intermittent rains that keep falling in the late autumn. Everything is in the dark shades of green.
The overcast sky is low overhead and it makes your soul ache.
The pond covered in duckweed and overgrown with reeds is full of melancholy charm, and it is so enchanting to see it covered with thin ice on an early-winter morning!
The neglected pond is so much better for contemplation than a pond which is well-cared for. If you lie down on the bank you can watch the moon through the tall wild grasses.
The moonlight is both sublimely beautiful and sad…”( Collapse )