Moon above a parting veil of clouds .... cool witness .... is she smiling secretly .... is there warmth in her heart .... and understanding?
She is a million times brighter than the sun, surrounded as she is, by the velvet dark.
Sun is the factory, the farmer, the producer of sustenance.
Moon is the artist, shaping the light, giving nuance, perspective, insight.
She is the mother of meaning, giving form to space, rest to breath.
She is the soul shining within, reflecting life moving through.
She is the tree that shakes in the wind.
She is the music.
Thought of these lines from a song I'm learning by Van Morrison when reading your Moon post.
ReplyDeleteWhen I recall just how it felt
When I went walking down by the lake
My soul was free, my heart awake
When I walked down into the town
The mountain air was fresh and clear
The sun was up behind the hill
It felt so good to be alive
On that morning in spring