|The 2011 Hunter's Moon in Early Morning|
The seasonal lack of daylight makes running difficult, but one of the sweetest moments of my running life come in these cold and clear dark morning hours, when I can go to the track and run under the moonlight. In honor of our timeless friend illuminating our path during these dark winter hours, a little bit of poetry to soothe the soul. Enjoy!
The moon appears in every season, it is true,
But surely it’s best in fall.
In autumn, mountains loom and water runs clear.
A brilliant disk floats across the infinite sky,
And there is no sense of light and darkness,
For everything is permeated with its presence.
The boundless sky above, the autumn chill on my face.
I take my precious staff and wander about the hills.
Not a speck of the world’s dust anywhere,
Just the brilliant beams of moonlight.
I hope others, too, are gazing on this moon tonight,
And that it’s illuminating all kinds of people.
Autumn after autumn, the moonlight comes and goes;
Human beings will gaze upon it for eternity.
The sermons of Buddha, the preaching of Eno,
Surely occurred under the same kind of moon.
I contemplate the moon through the night,
As the stream settles, and white dew descends.
Translated by John Maynard