Prompted by seeing a beautiful (almost) full moon in the clear Kildare sky last evening:

At night, deep in the mountains

I sit in meditation

The affairs of men never reach here

Everything is quiet and empty

The incense has been swallowed up

by the endless night;

My robe has become a garment of  dew.

Unable to sleep, I walk into the woods;

Suddenly, above the highest peak,

the full moon appears.

Ryokan, Zen Buddhist monk,  1758 – 1831

photo Andrew Choy