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.
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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;
Your lot.
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...?"
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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.
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Pray then, for the light of day.
Photo credits:
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.
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Comments
They have no idea. Only the moon knows. It's in the beams.
♥R
These three were in the readings I randomly chose tonight and the rest just came out, by the light of the moon.
Victoria - Yes, I am familiar, though I speak of the person I have come to know here. I have been struck by his genuine tenderness, though it all.
Fusun - Yes, "it's effects on me..." and the Zinfandel! xo
Nanatehay - And I, you! ;) Different strokes...I never saw the green.
Fred - I cannot speak for others. He is a mystery wrapped up in mystique...or something like that!
Zanelle - Thanks for coming by so late!
But, I first read him because I had an obsession with the Egyptian Goddess Seshat. I sort of love books.
Wait, late night scat?? WHERE? EWWWWWWWWW!! I think I stepped in some!!
No wait, it's chocolate!! :D
(Psssst, it's never too late to post!!!! Actually, better to post at night, OS is like speedy fast then!! ;D)
**Wanders off back into the thorn bushes**
R
The moon was stunning...and since appartently the world ends in December of 2012, was the last time ever for us to see it. Sadly..it was raining here.
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Heart is the inner seat.
I read in Greek is a temple.
Holy Tabernacle Sanctuary.
Heart is vital pure emotions.
No walk on moon's water path.
Poets have walked a Moon Path.
Poet forgot they were in a canoe.
Gulp
Bye
Bye
Purgatory once made commonsense.
Life must Be Examined ref r.s. 's blog.
Let's not miss awe-Muse jolly ride too.
Parable are concealed and or revealed.
You write like you cause hiccup canoes.
You better not burp along the beaches.
People may begin a rumor.
You Just Cathy Loon Bird.
They may call You a Hick.
I do have more than one wish, but I don't expect fulfillment of all my wishes through the moon's auspices (I can go get some of them myself). The moon is for the ones I give to Nature to grant.
Drink more wine, Babes, you are hot with a pen on Zinfandel!
poetry that expresses
what we have inside
our human minds
inspired by the moon
a super moon indeed
rainy here, no super moon to see
imagining the moon
that inspire you
to this beautiful poetry
rated with love
Great for coffee or dewars and a short cigar!
R
L'Heure Bleue - I am so happy you liked it and that you had such a unique day as well. To see a rare falcon as well as a rare and stunning moon in the same day, is a nice touch of luck and awe.
Sparking - "We all shine under the same stars." That is a great visual. And so good to hear from you!
Scanner - Thanks very much, Scan Man!
Tink - Your reactions always put a big smile on my face. Thanks!
Out on a Limb - "Moon Struck" is such an apt expression for how the moon cast its spell last night and its affects on my mood.
Blinddream - Have not heard of "Cosmo's Moon" before and like the sound of that. Although I love imbibing well concocted Cosmos, my two glasses of Red Zin worked their magic as well.
JD - I do not believe in the end of the world, especially when I see it splayed out on billboards with biblical quotes declaring the Lord is coming and other climactic dates beginning with this May 21st, followed by October 21st (both 2011) and then this one you mention in conjunction with the ending of the Mayan calendar on Dec. 21st, 2012. As a realist, I feel pretty sure it will only be an end to the ancient calendar and we will be relaxing at home, banging away on the keys, writing about the big survival of the planet while throwing back a glass of champagne with resounding cacophony heard around the globe. (fingers crossed)
I just wish everyone would get along
rated with hugs
Sheila - it was blurry in the mountains last night, giving it a shrouded, eery glow. That mixed with a little wine made for a typing frenzy while the moment lasted.
Cleotheo - Funny thing about wishes...once granted, we always want for more. Thank you for your thoughtful comment.
Romantic Poetess - Such poetic response does touch my heart; your words full of inspiration and kindness, right from the start. xo
Christine - Thank you very much. There was also some eery cloud cover in the mountains as well, however, its larger than life shape challenged the light blanket of shimmering white, still reaching through in emerging light. It got to me.
Jane - Last night's moon was far different from my daughter's photo of the red ringed moon over Lake Tahoe last December. Yet, the inspiration of last night's larger than life moon could still be seen taunting the wispy cloud cover that gave it layers of emotions.
toritto - lucky you to have caught this emerging moon for days ahead. Dewars and a short cigar makes me nauseous but the coffee will be warmly welcomed.
inspired by what is happening now,
a raw private experience taken up
into a beautiful soul's mind
& made human by being expressed,
made universal.
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But what a ragged triumvirate tis devoted to!
The Three Stooges come to mind.
One can be a stooge for God,
an opaque oracle, a mirror clouded by too much
hot air,
& yet be most unsaintlike in one's persona...
"touched" as they say, howling in the wilderness
at the moon...
it was so close last night that i took a jump at it.
this morning i read your lovely verse `
i looked in her eyes
and saw the wonder
of a lunar delight
This is why I write.
This is why I read.
Inspiration, pure and simple.
Ain't it just the best thing?
I am addicted to it.
Unfortunately I missed seeing this special moon - It has been raining here for three days and the sky blanketed with heavy cloud.
James - Yes, writing is just the best and a worthy addiction.
Little Kate - Thank you so much! What kind words!
Sweetfeet - Thanks much!
Xenonlit - I did not know that! But not surprising as some of the moons of late have been incredible.
Mimetalker - Thanks for that call out. Most of my writing is full of my own ponderings.
Gabby Abby - I'll bet the moon is spectacular over the ocean of late.
Robin - Thanks to you, too!
So tell me, with so much feminine mystique in "her" shadows, where did the "man in the moon" come from? Just a lucky guy?
To the three of them.. Only the moon knows.. smiles
Dean
This seems like wisdom out of a devotional or something.
Too bad for us there was such heavy cloud cover that night...
Dean - Why, thank you! And where Have you been?
Just Thinking - Even through the cloud cover prevailed, the moon did its magic over the mountains. Thank you so much for your wonderful comment.
Do you remember, I asked something about how much pollution (CO2) did an all electric vehicle truly produce? Well, no one could answer that for me. So,, I began reading and studying. If you go to read the two new posts, take a coffee, or a tea, or something stiff in a snifter. Laughing, you'll know where I've been.
The one thing I have been wanting to tell you ! One of the poems? "Astride the Gale" Was the national award winner , Mensa PRP Awards, Poetry 2009. Are you the one who nominated me?
I missed you. I hope you and yours are well.
Dean
Will definitely get over to read what's new with you!
Rated for still waters running deep and constant.
Algis - My humble thanks for such a fine compliment!