Contemplative Moon Mood
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The blossoms on the plum limb disappear
As slowly as the moon is rising. Day
Allows our sight of them but beauty sheer
As theirs begins to fade and sheer away
As night comes on. The crescent moon is not
Enough to let us watch the blooms in dark
Spring night-time hours. This moon and night-time plot
Against our worship as the plotting, stark
In consequence, harms our meditation.
So if the Buddha nature is in all,
These items then complete consternation
In anomaly. Religion turns to scrawl.
What use is Buddha if he brings this state
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