The sun's setting quicker I am feeling some kind of way Not melancholy Not the plushness of joy Acceptance Yes acceptance Santosha as the yogis say And soul felt gratitude For being alive Now The harvest moon seems brighter As there are no leaves, buildings, structures obstructing its light Illumination calls us to Gather Yes gather Thought, belief, food, trauma, love Sowing what was planted And nurtured Here
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