I feel naked when I look at the moon today Why ? Why ? What is there to hide? and are we really so far? Such a destitute gaze alight to sky Glaring with its brittle skin Under which she knows I hides as a drifter beloved Always lured by the world’s tides
inspired by a lecture I heard by Swami Rama of Himalayas that humans do not necessarily need to be controlled by "phases of the moon" like animals.