Verse 9
The Moon appears in a hundred bowls of water, yet no Moon has entered the bowls.
The Moon appears in a hundred bowls of water, yet no Moon has entered the bowls.
Break the bowl and the reflection dies; look upward and nothing has happened.
You mourn the reflected self because you have mistaken the vessel for the sky.
The waxing mind says, I increase. The waning mind says, I perish. The witness measures neither claim.
Chandra crosses the houses of the heavens; awareness crosses nowhere.
The dreamer sees silver roads. The awakened one sees that even the road was appearing in himself.
Do not ask whether the Moon is full. Ask what in you knows fullness and absence alike.
The cat watches the moving reflection on the floor and leaps. The sage watches the cat and smiles at philosophy becoming honest.
When thought becomes still, the mind is not destroyed. It becomes a clean lake, and borrowed light is seen as borrowed.
Soma is nectar only to the one still thirsty. To the Self, immortality is not an achievement.
The crescent says, I am incomplete. The full Moon says, I am complete. Both statements belong to shape, not to Being.
You seek liberation beyond the last sphere. Find first the one who believes he is inside any sphere.
That which sees the Moon cannot be seen as an object. Remain there.