Sunday, September 23, 2018

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.

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