In still water
you can see the moon
like in a mirror.
In waterfalls and rapids
in the churning rush to the sea,
the moon is lost.
It comes like dusk,
the wind dies on its own.
Solitude gathers it.
It breathes in silence.
The water, the moon
do not strain for perfection -—
In quiet stillness
peace and harmony just appear
On their own, unbidden.
Muddy water becomes clear
if left undisturbed.
There is no effort
that brings reflection.
Ming-Dengo Dao
Interpreted by Rod McGiver
