The Zen Moon Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

Could see the Moon thrice as big as usual,
Bright full greenish moon – silent, witnessing.

On the south, a bright object is flying, like a broken bit of the moon
Is running – it is the plane light, flying with bit of Mars, one red light.

I turned north and walked up to see the water-body below
At one point I can see the full moon in water like a bull’s eye.

On the other side, the moon was fragmented and reflected
On the glass-walls of the HDIL Tower, moving unevenly as I walk.

I am travelling like Basho the Zen Master and Poet,
I stand and store food for future,
Like Wordsworth on banks of Wye near Tintern Abbey.

Went up to Bandra Station, and today could see
Alpha Centaurii and companion, main reason why
I walk early in the dark: bonus it was to see Chitra, Auriga.

Above Venus is shining bright,
Like the brightest of diamonds,
But kept away from man’s grasping hand.

Life is as it is: what I see and hear.