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Moonbathing

It’s pretty evident I love the moon; the name of my blog pretty much says it all. The latest full moon came into being a couple nights ago, and is slowly starting to wane. But its luminosity is still brilliant, as the moonlight gently streams through my skylight and into my home. I woke to this lovely energy at 2 a.m., as the shaft of a moonbeam settled upon my rocking chair. I graciously accepted the invitation to do a bit of moonbathing.  Slowly climbing out of bed, I nestled into my chair, allowing my body to rest in the glow of the moon. It is said that the moon is a feminine energy, and I felt motherly love and comfort as I let the sweet moonlight rock me in its cradle.

I sit in the chair

Moonbeam wrapped all around me

Bathed in lunar love

 

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My poem came true

As I lay in bed, gazing up at yet another cloudy day through my skylight, a poem came to me. It was a gift, lifting my spirits, the words coming to me again after what seemed to be such a long absence. And as the day started to wake up, the clouds melted away like cotton candy, and I was blessed with the sunny day I wrote of at the end of my poem.

Sky

 

For days on end

I see a blanket sky

A white shroud above me

Draped over the blue

And the sun hides under the covers

Sometimes the moon peeks out at night

But then it quickly hides again

Along with all the stars

They play hide and seek with me

I hear them giggle like little children

 

Maybe the sky is more like a blank canvas

All raw and white

Ready for the artist to begin

Alright, I will paint the sky purple

Like my purple robe that lays at the end of my bed

No, I’ve decided on blue, the usual color of the sky

Like my blue yoga mat that sits in the corner

But that’s much too predictable and safe

Now the sky becomes bright green

Like the green rain jacket I wear

When the sky sheds its tears

And it cries here quite often

I try not to cry along with it

As I wait for the sky to fold up its blanket

And dazzle me with the true blue brilliance

Of sunny days

 

Moon musings

The promise of a luscious lunar eclipse tonight, and the warm glow of the full moon the past two nights has me remembering how much I love the moon. The moon is an inspiration, she is my muse. Moonlight is soft and gentle; the quiet blue hue coming through my skylight invites me to bathe in it. It is hard to explain the pull of the moon, except in the poems that come out of the energy I feel as I watch it through a clear night sky, waxing and waning as it does.

The Bride

She sits so quiet

Clouds sweep across

A wedding veil

Exposing

A shadowed view

Of the blushing bride

I see the waning has begun

Parts slowly erased

She will be hidden for a time

Just like now

As the veil of clouds

Becomes a mask

The hidden bride

Lovers of the Moon

 

We are the moon

We are the moonlight

Radiating love

Calm, serene

Quiet, unassuming

We wax and wane

Ever changing

But even when unseen

We are full and bright

Like a luscious full moon

In its luminous glow

The envelopes lovers such as us

Time Spent on a Crescent Moon

Come on my love, let’s go!

Take my hand, come sit with me

On the edge of the moon

And we’ll dip our feet

In the waters of the sky

And stars will nibble our toes

As they swim past

We’ll dream of a time

A grand and glorious time

Where there is no time

We’ll dream of a place

A grand and glorious place

 Where there is no place

Where sitting on the moon

Is quite an important task

And we count the planets

As they swirl around us

Holding hands until

The dream comes true

 

 

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