Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end - tonight's moon
Go to the object. Leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Do not impose yourself on the object. Become one with the object. Plunge deep enough into the object to see something like a hidden glimmering there.
If I had the knack I'd sing like Cherry flakes falling
First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.