Clouds inthe rain

I like to see the sky and other things reflected on the water puddles left by the evening rain. It sometimes surprises me what I find in that small amount of water: the mirage, the impermanence, the fragility and the beauty of it all.

 

"Late one night a female Zen adept was carrying water in an old wooden bucket when she happened to glance across the surface of the water and saw the reflection of the moon. As she walked the bucket began to come apart and the bottom of the pail broke through, with the water suddenly disappearing into the soil beneath her feet and the moon's reflection disappearing along with it. In that instant the young woman realized that the moon she had been looking at was just a reflection of the real thing...just as her whole life had been. She turned to look at the moon in all it's silent glory, her mind was ripe, and that was it...Enlightenment."

 

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