The high arc of the surpassing moon

Can set you free

If you let it,

If you attach yourself to its flight

From east to west

In a graceful sweep

It casts its own shadows

Long after the sun is asleep

And all the countryside

Is bathed in pale white

The other side of the world

Is emblazoned with the golden heat

And such a cycle

Brings harmony to the soul

Around & on it goes

And, forever, west will be west

No matter the political economic consequences

Of bickering theories of God & government

No matter the results

Of personal disputes

We end up in our own flood of emotions

Unless we accept everything that happens.

So the long shadows of winter

Give way to the totality of illumination

When the truth is right above you

And all you need to do is listen.

All the enemies gather

Every man faces doom

You walk upright into the gloom

And challenge the obstacle

While observing all passions around it -

And choosing mercy over ego