Where the water flows; O Moment

Amaravati Nuns

Where the water flows;  O Moment

Where the water flows
Through the silence owls sound of Night’s coming: time has lost itself.
The flood water turbulence has long since spent itself. Fluvial the mind has pooled and emptied.
Bats soar here undisturbed.
Night she has come; the day has yielded –
Awaken. Let her Jewels shine.

O Moment
O moment
not to be grasped or sought even for a moment.
Not late but present letting things be sipping eternity.
Thunderstorm
and the stream runs overfull, clear forest pools
mirror
the mind’s radiance.
On an ancient trail soft
with a century of pine needles
the magic
of crimson toadstools sentinel
at every turn.
Not late but present letting things be sipping eternity.

These reflections by Ayya Thaniya and Ayya Medhanandi, respectively, are from the book, Tomorrow’s Moon, p. 49 and
p. 25.