Long long ago:
Moon and Earth were one
Until shattering of celestial hammering
Left two dancing where once was one.
Setting a tempo for life to come.
But that was long long ago
She wined with sages of old
leaving them drunk upon her light.
Men wanting to have more,
only the emptiness of her embrace.
But that was long ago.
It’s a busy life.
Rockets to build.
Humanity busily pounding outwards while…
Societies ebb with human tides.
No time for poetry
as life becomes tied, to fulfilling orders.
But that was this morning,
already lost in the afternoon press.
I will dance with her
Knowing we will be eclipsed
Our motions moving us on
to get lost in earthly shadows,
leaving me to walk alone: yet fulfilled.
But tomorrow will be nothing,
for those chained to consuming the earth now.
Casey Kochmer Feb 2008
More About the Moon
The moon is very important in the history of Taoism as a teacher. In dancing with Luna a person can discover how to fulfill the nature of emptiness.
Many sages and poets have danced with la lune. The tempo of her tides drives life on Earth.
Additional Lunar Poems
Barn’s burnt down
I can see the moon.
Mild and moist were the months of spring;
Cool and clear is the white season of autumn.
Now the dew congeals, no longer drifting mists.
The sky is high, the landscape sharp and clear.
Soaring peaks rise from yonder mountain range
Seen from here, their lofty beauty is unsurpassed.
Fragrant chrysanthemums deck the woods with splendor;
The green pines stand in rows above the cliff.
I admire their beauteous grandeur,
Elegant and lofty under the frost.
Holding my wine cup, I toast to the mystics
Who once roamed along the pines.
Searching for the essence I have not yet acquired,
Reluctantly I await the rising moon.
T’ao Yuan-ming (365-427 CE)
Having gazed at the moon
I depart from this life
with a blessing
Chiyo-ni’s poem at death in 1795
This way and that way
I tried to keep the pail of water together,
Hoping the weak bamboo would never break.
Suddenly the bottom fell out.
No more water
No more moon in the water
emptiness in my hand.
How can we not dance with her?
Jet engines Push A steel grey night Twilight An illuminated moon Biting the clouds The colors do the speaking Fading sun pushing pink to space Ice white moon puncturing Darkening blue -sea blue- sky Riding over Clouds Tearing a peace of blue -- Soon to descend -- But for this moment alone It's the moon's light That keeps me high above the sky Tonight
Casey Kochmer Nov 2005
10,000 feet over some corn fields, I spent some time dancing with Luna.
To explore space, is to dance upon the clouds of our dreams.
To be ourselves is to go beyond merely dancing upon the ground.
Dare to embrace the wind.
Meet with Luna
Be lifted to go beyond her.