The Full Moon Night Poem by Prabir Gayen

The Full Moon Night

The Moon in the sky,
The full moon and big,
It bloomed Two thousand
and half years ago and
showered blessing of light.
The Moon is deep and mystic,
It is the same Moon
with same Joy,
flooding the sky with
same delight,
The moon is full and complete.
The earth is a 'Bodhi Tree,
Under the abyss of gentle glee,
The Moon above with abloom flair,
Washing the earth with cold shimmer.
The vast sky with unfading call,
The seeking mind to bloom,
Under the Tree of divine grace,
The Moon shines again to inflame.

The Moon and it's openness,
The unbounded space and
Loftiness,
Without a 'Bodhi Tree' is valueless,
The Moon blooms every
now and then,
It's bright spears spread
to find a tired self,
to sit and be spelled out
of the Undeniable False.

Down the ages The Moon blooms,
Soothing the earth with
noetic doom,
Forest after forest it seeks,
a thin, feeble and lean ascetic,
With bright eyes and strong Mind,
The Moon blows over the earth,
A living tree and a 'Bodhisattva'
under its caring shadow.

The Moon and the moon light,
The sky and it's vastness,
The Night and it's darkness,
The Buddha and the Bodhi tree,
Like bud and it's fragrance,
The Moon blooms
to bloom the Mind,
Buddha, mind and body are
Synonymous,
Life is a Bodhi Tree and
The Moon glints The Buddha Within.

@prabir Gayen:
6 May,2020,11: 30 PM.