The first time I listened
To the story of the
Hare on the moon
I too wanted to go there
Not for the moon
But for the Hare
Who probably was still there
I kept wondering
How it must have felt
To have a celestial body
All just to yourself
There's the majestic view
Without the slightest sound
It must be surrealistic
But how would it feel
With not a dear one around
I was worried then
But days passed and
I knew it was probably
Just a special tale
Now as I look up at the moon
I find myself still wondering
About a possibly unseen rune
There must be more
To the compassion of the hare
Is it there to soothe a soul
That looks up for solace
In nights when
The moon is not whole
Or to convey hearty whispers
From the loving souls
To their beloved listeners
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A little behind the scenes:
When I listened to the story, I knew it was a story. However, as it always has been, I somehow associate life with everything, even inanimate objects. So, I kept wondering about the hare and its feelings.
I wondered if it was infact a gift to be on the moon or if the hare felt otherwise. But as time passed on, I tried to make peace with the situation of the mythical hare. But every single time I see the moon, when the silhouette of the hare is apparent, I return to my childhood musings.
The hare is a symbol of compassion, intuition, creativity, new beginnings, and spring time. So, it makes sense that it might be there (symbolically) for a reason. Probably it acts as a medium of communication between loved ones who are far apart. Or it may act as a companion to someone who is probably feeling a bit blue and aloof. Or just to tell, "You are not alone. You might be on earth and I might be alone on moon. Even if I am a long way from you, I am there for you. As long as we are there together, we are never really alone."
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