A single sail comes home from ten thousand miles;
set down the cup while the pipes and strings play on.
Friends gather like clouds to talk of wind and moonlight —
what old friends pour out between them is pure joy.
The verse is the banquet: a single sail home from ten thousand miles, friends gathering like clouds, cups raised to wind and moonlight. Every image runs through other people. This is a season of momentum, and momentum multiplies in company — go to the room. Solo grinding has a ceiling right now; shared tables do not.
“Friends gather like clouds to talk of wind and moonlight” — love under this sign begins in gathered rooms rather than private rehearsing. The banquet favors warmth met in company; a shared evening has unusual room to deepen.
“A single sail comes home from ten thousand miles” — the fortune travels with partners: the split venture outpaces the solo push this season. Luck here is a group phenomenon; find the table where it pools.
“What old friends pour out between them is pure joy” — the decisive break comes from a conversation, an introduction, a room you actually showed up for. Ride the season: accept it, introduce yourself, be in the room.
Accept the next invitation you would normally decline — yes, that one.
