At the house of strangers
the host is also the guest

A blue moon sinks below the hillside
leaving everything in darkness

Moving through the night is one way of
finding out who you are

This bridge or that bridge is always a question
with no single answer

One step takes you further
one step brings you closer

Verification comes when you least expect it
from an intimate unforeseen quarter

Only shadowless beings can indicate
the direction to be taken

Once a house is entered
the only exit’s a doorway

When the moon comes up
everything’s bathed in silver

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