October Moon

The full moon has arisen

There is joy within the heart

There is peace within the soul

There is no anxiety or derision within or without 

There only is.  There is no was.  There is no can be.

There is only the here and now

There is only the focus of the soul

Limitless moments within these feelings

That wash over like a flood 

To buoy and elevate on the cusp

Of kindness and compassion.

 

There is being.  There is becoming.  There is everything and nothing.

There is only the hushed nestled moment 

That passes by 

While time stands still

 

There is no clandestine effervescence 

There is always the universe, opening up

Extracting itself from the caustic interior 

And emanating the light 

To illuminate our path

To watch our way

To draw us slowly

With measured steps

With measured breath

Onto the pathway, the rainbow bridge 

Into the divine

 

We must not let any of these moments escape us

Be ignored or walk us backwards 

Into the vestibule of denial, of loneliness 

Of fractured innocence 

That leads us away from acceptance 

And into the pretension of some reality 

That has no existence 

That has no genuine articulation 

Away from the deep throated 

Call and response 

Of the ego

Which would draw us away from the present

Which would draw us away from the soul 

Which would plug up 

The slowly sifting waters of the divine 

Moving through us

Like the apparition of our soul 

 

This is the dawning day of the new bath 

Of the ascendancy of the mindful soul

Onto the mountain of healing 

When the sun’s rays 

Enrapture and encapsulate 

The emanations of the full moon

And bring us deeply within the penumbra 

Of their cosmotic embrace

 

Today we will be aligned 

There will be no severing 

Of the bonds that weave our hearts and souls 

Together with the celestial force

Of the Mother Earth 

Who would nestle us in her bosom

Who would lionize the soul 

Who would give comfort to the loss

Who would write the glorified benediction 

For the avaristic predilections 

Of the egoic mind 

And allow us to drift slowly

Backs floating on the water 

Arms outstretched 

Palms to the sky

In the ultimate pose of surrender 

To the meanderings of the universe

We are open.  We are honest.

We are consumed by the light.

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