MOON SONG
On seeing the Lord of the dance,
a dismembered moon took rest
and,
not part but the whole, found instead:
there was always fullness in Being!
Then softly sang
“Always fullness is the Lord
of dance
if you meet Him perchance!
take Abode!
Ah, eternal repose,
not i, it is He, who shines!
My dancing mountain God”
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