26/09/2026
The fifteenth moon is not yet full,
the sixteenth shines more whole.
Silver light upon the river,
rippling softly through the soul.
Ask not where we came from,
nor when we shall return.
Simply watch the moon tonight,
in quiet radiance burn.
When the heart is free of dust,
and stillness fills the soul,
everywhere the moonlight falls—
the broken becomes whole. 🌕