The monkey is reaching
For the moon in the water.
Until death overtakes him
He’ll never give up.
If he’d let go of the branch and
Disappear in the deep pool,
The whole world would shine
With dazzling pureness.
My wife, daughter and I were sitting by our neighbor’s pool. I was reading a copy of the Shambala Sun. My daughter was lying in the sun on the pool deck. I started reading the above poem to my wife, as I found it a brilliant illustration of our inability to let go and experience awakening.
As I read, Until death overtakes him/he’ll never let go, my daughter, who I didn’t imagine was paying any attention, but who absolutely loves monkeys, chimed in, “No he won’t”.
She saw the truth in those words. The monkey wouldn’t let go. She was totally present as I read the poem. Likely more present than my wife or I. Her interjection demonstrated just how I was thinking of enlightenment and holding tight to my branch. Until death overtakes me I may never let go.