Water and Lands

When the wise Zen Monk
Met a Thief at Night,
He gave Him his last Robe,
Then Sat beneath the Light

Of the Moon, Glorious Moon:
She who moves the Tide.
“I wish I could have Given him
the Moon,” the Monk sighed.

There is no greater Wealth
Than Love in our Hearts.
Sun and Moon together,
Each playing their Part.

I will not be the Less
Of a Woman in these Days
If I let You Burn as Sun
And give the Night my Gaze.

So be the Yang unto my Yin,
Man is Woman, Less is More.
Stay with me and be with me,
Water and Lands make Shore.
~ Meg North