Said the new moon to the sun,
“Shine truth on the hidden until you don’t.
What deep secrets do you hold?”
Roots run deep under the moon’s shadow
of collective unconscious.
Trust is fleeting and dodges darkness in our world.
We forget that to harm another is to
harm oneself.
The storm awakens many
with dusty reprieves and foggy promises.
In the midst of life decisions of
true value, must I wait again on the rocky shore
vaguely connected?
For my heart is truly a lonely hunter.
Hiding and ready to pounce, it
preys on any quiet love to soothe it.
I still myself.
Between breaths, balance deep inside
begs patience.
For intentions to ripen
and maturity to take hold, it may take time.
There is risk in
harvesting too soon
because the intoxication of duality is too great.
Transformation comes
when everyone is talking
and I can’t hear myself think.
Thoughts written down fly from my grip.
The wind throws caution and laughs as it blows open
secret tales of right and wrong. Stories best left
uncovered. I am exposed and wear
my heart on my sleeve.
Humility is forced to flee.
Strong and centered for action,
I am invincible until I am not.
Somehow my expanding heart lets go.
I breathe, drink water, ground and
follow my graceful intentions
by living with connection.
Age is a culmination of my beauty. It is all
my paths woven into a rich diversity of experience.
Either I am a creator or I am not. Although,
my heart whispers that I must be a patient creator.
So I allow this life to flow through me.
As shadow disappears and the circular sun shines,
I breathe out and start again.
