Chalice

Who dips the full moon

in the chalice of night?

Who tastes the wine of darkness?

You do, friend.

A mystery, but not a secret.

Let your stillness be rippled

the way water receives wind.

Let your silence listen

to ten thousand sorrows
of the voiceless.

How will you endure it?

By reflecting the whole sky

in a teardrop.
A mystery, but not a secret.

Look deep. Grow old. Rejoice.