Moons Reflection
The moon reflected in the pond.
Its stillness perplexed me, was this a reflection or really the moon itself.
A fish jumped causing the water to ripple in every direction, yet the moon remained still even as my anxiety mounted.
Another day passed into evening with the moon returning to the pond.
I laid wrapped in knotty rope unable to see the sky, helpless to give contrast to reality.
I questioned my perception of coming and going.
My efforts to escape ebbed.
Worry melted away like chocolate on a sunny day.
Bit by bit consciousness became the flux of impermanence.
