This morning up early, turning on the irrigation, I looked up into the deep night sky. Dawn was barely peeking through the limbs of the Eastern trees. Night was still in swing, the katydids singing, day animals slumbering, the leaves of the fig a-dew.

In the sky, Orion, The Hunter, dressed in a sparkling belt and ever so close to the beautiful moon. Orion pulling a shimmering, celestial bow. Orion poised to kill.

On this morning Orion’s glimmering seemed more a reaching to embrace, a tossing kiss to the moon, a seeking.

Surprised, I asked Orion to tell me the difference between hunting and seeking. Orion whispered – Love.

I asked Orion – Why have we for so long seen a taut bow, if instead you bring an offering? Orion whispered – What is in your heart? What lives in you, you see in me. Are you hunting? Or, are you seeking?

A few minutes later, Dawn was stepping into the garden, the katydids had gone to bed beneath the fading moon, and Orion had vanished.