'As you make your way home tonight, may you pause for a moment to gaze up at the night sky and let you heart communicate with the moon in wordless dialogue. Perhaps you might compose a poem and set it down in your journal entry for today. I would like you to possess such a poetic spirit.'
(Daisaku Ikeda)
Last night very late I forgot to write about the moon.
How it was a perfect gold penny, rolling low just above
the Birmingham skyline.
How it rose majestically all the way down the M6 and the M1,
a light bulb brightening in a dusky room.
How I couldn't my take my eyes off it; a single giant pearl strung on the neckline
of the night sky.
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