TO THE MOON AND BACK

                 " I am a moon child, and have forever been inspired by the lunar energies. It is my nature.

                                        To me the poetry of the moon is the language of love".

                                                                                                 BY RUMI

“At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine.
Breathe into me. Close the language-door and open the love-window.
The moon won't use the door, only the window.” 
                                                                                                 BY RUMI
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So how many of you have looked out of your window and just couldn't stop staring at the moon, OR in other terms "ADMIRED". Like 'Carl Sagan' would say "Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known". I am a moon admirer, I have tried to capture a few snaps, from my lens and my telescope. And it's not just about clicking pictures, it's also learning and understanding this amazing ,enigmatic heavenly body.


These are some shots capture from my Camera and my Telescope.

CAMERA SHOTS:

 The Buddhist Scriptures:

Enlightenment is like the moon reflected on the water.

  The moon does not get wet, nor is the water broken.

 Although its light is wide and great,

          The moon is reflected even in a puddle an inch wide.

           The whole moon and the entire sky

 Are reflected in one dewdrop on the grass.

                                                            ~ DOGEN

 

TO THE MOON

     Art thou pale for weariness

      Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,

          Wandering companion less

         Among the stars that have a different birth,

            And ever changing, like a Joyless eye

       That finds no object worth its constancy?

~ By Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)

                                         "The moon is a loyal companion."

 It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.”

~ Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

“Her antiquity in preceding and surviving succeeding Tellurian generations: her nocturnal predominance: her satellitic dependence: her luminary reflection:

her constancy under all her phases, rising and setting by her appointed times, waxing and waning: the forced invariability of her aspect: her indeterminate response to in affirmative interrogation:

 her potency over effluent and refluent waters: her power to enamour, to mortify, to invest with beauty, to render insane, to incite to and aid delinquency:

the tranquil inscrutability of her visage: the terribility of her isolated dominant resplendent propinquity: her omens of tempest and of calm: the stimulation of her light, her motion and her presence:

the admonition of her craters, her arid seas, her silence: her splendour, when visible: her attraction, when invisible.”