Flowers in the sky.
Flowers on Earth.
Lotuses bloom as Buddha's eyelids.
Lotuses bloom in man's heart.
Holding gracefully a lotus in his hand,
the bodhisattva brings forth a universe of art.
In the meadows of the sky, stars have sprung up.
The smiling, fresh moon is already up.
The jade-colored trunk of a coconut tree
reaches across the late-night sky.

My mind, traveling in utmost emptiness,
catches suchness on its way home.

~ Thich Nhat Hanh,
Call Me By My True Names: The Collected Poems of Thich Nhat Hanh

'Although its light is wide and great,
the Moon is reflected in a puddle one inch wide.
The whole Moon and the entire sky are reflected
in one dew drop on the grass."
~Dogen