The face to
the sun shine
squints to see.
The sun shines
to the face
like a smile
brightens up.
The lunar a
rub off from
the sun gives
the lesser light
but full of
unimaginable subtle
energy that controls
our moods,
the ebbs and
tide of the ocean,
and the season.
If your heart
refused to speak
to love,
then it is
meaningless for
the moon bleeds
and calls out
to the deep
and mysteriously
gloriously dreamy.
The blood moon
is out looking down.
Change is hard,
but it's here.
How can we
escape these things.
The mind is
not ignorant
of this truth,
and it's not
that simple too.
To understand
the silent swept
barrenness of the mind,
like the moon
is profoundly complex.
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