Full Moon Sitting

Predawn Moon bathing earthly forms,

Playing a game of unveiling with shadows.

Fresh breeze fills heart chambers

Wisps of freedom mingle with the etheric presence of Autumn trees.

Leaves rustle then leap into flight,

Chasing ghosts of butterflies gone south.

An eternal pause, we do not age here

Archetypal silence emerges out of holes between moments.

We drink this stillness with the mouths of our souls

Something complete and all-pervading is nourished,

Inoculating us from the illusion of death and decay.

All thoughts fallen away, we sit 
Being the Full Moon in Autumn.

Service

I have accepted from the high priest

The bowl of Hemlock

And drank every drop

in pledge of service to thee beloved.

You have taken me off the Cross,

I felt the nails pulled from my hands and feet,

The rough hewn wood scraping my back

as I slid down.

Yet how much longer beloved

Must I wait

Until they embrace consumes me

In Love!