June 21^st, 2019

One continuous clear void,
the night precisely midway;
the moon cool, spews frost.
When light and dark are merged
without division, who distinguishes
relative and absolute herein?
Thus it is said,
“Although the absolute is absolute,
yet it is relative, although the
relative is relative, yet it is complete.”
At this precise moment,
how do you discern?
How clear—twin shining eyes
before any impulse!
How stately—
the eternal body outside forms!