New Moon

Big heart carries pain
that others won't feel.
Boundless heart weeps
cleansing tears
without knowing why.
Yet at heart's core
is a hollow
that cannot be touched
by joy or sorrow.
The stars are longing
to rest here.
The moon takes off her
veil of light in vain
to know this stillness.
How may you enter
that shrine of
holy absence?
Follow a breath.
Painting: The Bohemian, by Renoir