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Chapter 4 - This harvest moon
A haiku by Basho:
ALONG THE MOUNTAIN ROAD SOMEHOW IT TUGS AT MY HEART:
A WILD VIOLET.
Now, he is saying more than any scholar can say. A WILD VIOLET.
SOMEHOW IT TUGS AT MY HEART:
ALONG THE MOUNTAIN ROAD.
A man of silence and understanding, a man of consciousness, understands the beauty of existence, even of a wild flower.
A haiku by Kikaku:
MAY HE WHO BRINGS FLOWERS TONIGHT,
HAVE MOONLIGHT.
Because the same flowers in moonlight suddenly have a different splendor. In the silence of the night with the full moon, if somebody brings even some wild flowers they have such immense beauty.
But this beauty and this silence are not for the mind to understand, they are for the being to experience.
Ryota writes:
THAT THERE IS ONLY ONE
IS UNBELIEVABLE TONIGHT. THIS HARVEST MOON!
He is saying that there is only one buddha -- that's what the tradition says -- who can save the world.
THAT THERE IS ONLY ONE IS UNBELIEVABLE TONIGHT. THIS HARVEST MOON!
In the beauty of this harvest moon, in this silent sky full of stars, it is unbelievable that in the whole history of mankind there was only one man who became a buddha.
Osho - The Miracle 60
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