A glow of hidden moon behind the cloud patches
That formed a striking focus
In the early evening sky.
A sight not likely to be seen again
Yet, remains in my mind - a moment
That took me away from everything else.
Separated my soul and aura
From my body and mind
And all worldly concerns.
A place to rest without conciousness.
A place much needed.
(2.19.8 The Gift)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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