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Meditation on the Third Quarter Moon
1 min readOct 3, 2018
There’s no need to pass along our fascination with the moon,
It is innate.
Children are born wondering about it,
And when they learn to speak,
They ask questions about it.
When they see it in the morning,
They admire its silver-gray beauty
Against a clear, blue sky.
When they see it at night,
Their tired eyes long to stay open just a little longer
To savor its soft and subtle light.
While the moon is waning,
While the light is fading,
Let me still be anchored to it, day and night,
And view the world as a child might.
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