Fevered dreams of a new day,
Sometimes, that ache almost has a taste.
Outside my window, the moon doesn’t mind –
Free in the knowing that nothing shines by its own light.
In Luna alone, all the teachings one can find,
What need is there for sweat and haste?
Through the sky, traceless Way.

moonriver

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