The moon is a crescent in the season of my distress
and the air is light as it blows gently with the season of my joyfulness
As I ponder these changing moons and breezes I seek the reason for the changing seasons
Aha my monkey mind relaxes it is food for the soul
You are fed the feast of a full moon and the grief is intense
Your ear absorbs the noise of the winds from the oceans with untroubled waters
My Mother Nature never leaves me unattended
She nurtures my spirit always
When I pay attention to the changes
Jjn
