I love the way the moon is always playing hide-and-seek with me. The times and places it rises and sets change. I have to keep track of whether it is waxing or waning. Sometimes I look and look and can’t see it– and then, all of a sudden, there it is.
at night, deep in the mountains, I breathe… everything is still, all thoughts emptied
into the night.
my robe has become
a garment of frost.
suddenly, above the
highest peak,
the full moon appears.
~ Ryokan
If the full moon loves you, why worry about the stars?