Our Sangha and the Blue Moon

The transformation begins
with a chuckle
as Cindy explains
the subject of the day’s sit.

Discomfort in a cardigan
at the edge of boredom
and tranquility.

The blue moon,
she explains,
is a second viewing
of the same old moon,
made special
in the sighting.

It is our viewing
with child’s eyes,
with wonder,
that transforms it.

Guided, we turn
to the next breath,
unlike the moon,

the slow deep inward breath,
as unique as a fingerprint.

The full hah of the out-breath,
its sister, identical in its singularity.

The alchemy now complete
the sangha sighs
as the singing bowl’s ring stills.