Moon caught in bare limbs.
I breathe where the stars once burned —
night refuses speech.
Old thoughts adrifting
beyond the black enigma.
Breath enters, then leaves.
At dawn I said yes.
Now even the moon grows tired
crossing empty fields.
Winter stars appear.
I listen to Shekinah
inside the still breath.
The cosmos moves on.
My small vessel fills with dusk —
Bird Goddess, then silence.
In youth, endless words.
At twilight the Tao arrives
through unguarded breath.
Thin crescent moonlight.
No identity — just cosmos.
The tide breathes through me.
Look outward no more.
The old masks fall beside stones.
Stars continue on.
Presence without fear.
The breath and the cosmic stream
share one pale moonray.
A late wind passes.
Absence carries light itself
under winter stars.
Art by Kate W 