Evening from my deck; can you see the moon near the top?

Rumi:

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
There is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
The world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
Doesn’t make any sense.

Last night I sat outside for several hours at dusk, letting mind quiet down, just watching all the opinions, fears and grievances, without  getting caught in the story lines (at least not very caught) until finally the cascade slowed. Then “lying down in the grass,” actually looking at the sun set on the astonishingly pink apple blossoms, seeing the moon come out (looking much bigger than in the photo) ; looking deeply into the clarity of my small pond, something interesting happened. I stopped reacting to the yellowjackets, to the big spider that crawled across my chair, to the large pine cone that brushed me as it fell from high up.  Rumi says it best!

My small pond, now cleaned and filled for the summer, waterfall flowing
Buddha sits on the platform, top right, above the waterfall,  just out of sight in the photo.
He has sat there patiently for 30 years now, year-round! He’s peeling and chipping and beautiful!