full moon thoughts
Blow O wind to where my loved one is.
Touch him and come touch me soon.
I'll feel his gentle touch through you
and meet his beauty in the moon.
These things are much for the one who loves.
One can live by them alone:
that he and I breathe the same air
and that the Earth we tread is one.
from the Ramayana
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