There is a flame dwelling across the valleys and the plains, beyond the mountains and over the seas of our collective pain.
I welcome you back, Moon
Back to the space between my brows
You can hold on
You could let go
You could hold on to what is left when you let go
On the winding way up
we age in all our crimson glory
Death is just a segue
Anoint yourself if no one else will
You are the accumulation and the blessing
the chaos and this moment, still
Draw the outline first so I’ll know where to stand
and in new light, recast my shadow
so I’ll learn where I’ve been
and where I must go
Your senses are heightened, your intuition is ripe. This is the time to explore, to play, to indulge your curiosity and trust your instincts.
The Dalai Lama says, if you think it has consciousness, then it does.
While Soul can live in a body without a limb or an appendix, and can even live in a body missing an eye or kidney, it cannot live in a body without a Heart. It is the oracle through which our Soul can speak. The Heart is the channel through which our Soul’s song sings.
You know these boundaries well, dear Moon,
for you shine brightest in the dark
and so I nodded to you in your full time bloom
as you showered me with light