The birds have lost their faces,
while the clouds have faded to black.
Outward, everything is hushed,
powering down under the soft light of night.
Inward, a downpour of thoughts
too thick to see through
comes rushing in.
If I continue to build this castle
so that I can guard myself against the chaos of my mind
I will simultaneously become blind from
seeing changing conditions like pleasure and pain
for what they are, and therefore,
obstruct my path to peace.
And so, I let the moon sail and take my seat in this peopled world
because there’s not much more to do.