I've enough of myself
silent I'll be:
no more self-talking
beyond joy or misery

You're already
a calm person
if you've reduced
your ego- in any season

The shutters
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Golden lights in the window panes,
And in the lanterns on the street,
The sidewalks shine a mystic glow,
Lovely where strolling fairies meet

Not a venue for human eyes,
The fairies’ walk we’ll never see,
It exists in a far-off place,
It’s hidden well from you and me.

the giving yourself away
in the giving the pathway
-the forgetfulness of self

When the dusk skies’ moon
Finds us creeping through the night
Might I take your hand
A gentle grasp with mine
And pray to our God above
That the moonlight won’t catch us in time