Before the summer green fades into the golden hues of fall, take a moment to breathe in the warm air and perhaps peruse a bit of poetry.
Written by me, for you and also for me. <3
A prayer, a blessing, a reminder
You are not a memory
Foggy and uncertain.
You are very real.
You are here.
So claim this time
It’s not for anyone but you.
Channel yourself into life.
Go through it so deeply and with such joy
That it cannot deny you exist
Be here now
Turn the soil of your existence
so that each year does not weigh on the last
but rather feeds the next season
with deep nourishment
made from what was lost,
what was grown
and from seeds that never germinated.
Release yourself into life
And be caught up in it
so that the noise grows
so great and loud
it becomes silence.
You are not a memory.
You are very much alive.
My Brother’s Moon
The moon has been following me.
It beckoned me into the backyard the other night to see it shine,
not yet full, but totally resplendent in borrowed light.
The next night it rolled through the sky a bright orange.
It stood still for a moment, framed by the dark leaves of trees.
A full buck moon, hiding in the woods, looking me in the eyes.
Shivering with excitement, it paused for a moment and then,
with a great exhale, it rose again through the sky,
begging me to chase it.
not a charge like the sun which burns with demands.
The moon would not make any promises, but I was moved to swear myself to it
and I swam to the moon thought the blue black sky
I became like the tides, who obediently follow the celestial siren without ever abandoning the crashing power swirling within.
The moon has been following me. Resplendent in borrowed light, a mirror in the sky asking, What does it mean to be fully illuminated?
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