AN OVAL MOON

AN OVAL MOON

An oval moon opened up in the sky.
High above it a chorus of rainbows sang.

Follow me, said the whisper.

Follow me. I am unheard in the village where the people sleep.
I am not seen where the revelers dare to dance.
I am the very small chair in the empty room.

Sit, and listen, and the Universe will lift its veil.
The movement of a thousand years will remove itself
from your mind and you will
be reacquainted with true beginnings.

There will come upon your yearning a learning
of only this:
you are the cleverest child.

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