Moonlight in my window, forgive me
For my mistakes as I forgive myself.
The light through the pane is pale,
Yet glorious and as fine as new snow.
Tonight the moon is in its final quarter,
And perhaps I am in my final quarter
As well. Moonlight and forgiveness.
I keep listening
But I fail to hear
The sound of the world
If your mind is empty, it is always ready for anything; it is open to everything.
The inspiration you seek is already within you. Be silent and listen.