Actual photo of "Moon Love"
A twenty year moon is infrequent and scarce.
It illuminates our energy, our fears, our worst kind of emotions.
And, indeed, our best.
It is light incarnate in its rainbow of colors.
It is only ours to see.
It is seen and unseen. Like our Lord above.
It is mystery; in its secrets untold.
It is subtle while it's suddenly more bold.
It is ever present
Although we don't always choose to see.
It's luminosity so magical.
Upon it we can only make one wish.
If only it were true.
That one thought, one promise, one moment...
When stars on high shine through.
All the doubts, the wishes, the blunders
The skin so thin.
Cannot handle its meaning, its portent;
The discovery that is you.
Come together then,
Bring your alignment that is always there.
Whether we see it or not,
Give us all that you've got.
Show us your brilliance, your wisdom, your legacy,,,
The entire of the universe;
We barely know the secrets you possess,
Under layers of heat, shadows, shivers
and darkness, of which we can only dream.
Scary in its infinite reaches.
Farther than we can sense with tendrils of desire.
Hope that runs more eternal than the unknowns
And the change that can only be measured in pain.
Let us join forces then and worship its bounty.
The boundaries are limitless, untouchable, fearless hearts.
Rejoice then, the possibility of survivors.
That which is incredible and unseen, yet shockingly real.
We wait after all,
All that can be wanted, needed, searched for in all its glory.
Will we ever find it then?
Will we put an end to our private story?
"Yearn for peace,
Dream of peace,
Pray for peace...?"
Never take our eyes off the moon.
Never wish for more than we deserve.
Never hold back that which we must give,
Unselfishly, boldly, sacrificially necessary.
Can we look in the mirror and truly see
That which is the greatest belief in ourselves?
The winds of change are upon us
and will take us by surprise.
No other choices at our disposal,
Creating conflict, the turbulence that will not end quickly.
The hope in our eventual creation,
Of freedoms merely chanted in days
We no longer remember.
We squash all that is uncomfortable, that upsets the norm.
We celebrate only that which we can embrace;
That which we can tolerate and others can only despise.
If given a choice, can we be honestly open?
Or would we prefer to repress that feeling that muddles in discontent?
Looking for opportunity in every waking moment.
Can the lunar sky maintain some semblance of peace?
Lest we might have the opposite of what all people want,
We linger in hesitation...
when blinded by its hypnotic light.
Pray then, for the light of day.
Red Ringed Moon over Lake Tahoe, taken by daughter, Kelly, last December 2010.
Favorite secluded beach in Puerto Vallarta, taken by me on vacation last October 2010.