When the
moon is full
I see myself
reflected
within the
dark pools of
muddied water;
even here,
beneath my feet
there is a sweet
release.
Her soft glow
beckons me
forward
through the
unforgiving brush.
I stand alone
though never
lonely.
At last
I breathe,
this exquisite air
filling my lungs
with the unrelenting
hope
of a thousand
tomorrows.
Nothing is ever
beyond our
reach.
We are
and shall
always continue
to be
that single
point of
light
within a
seemingly
impossible darkness.
Even as her
spirit wanes,
still, she is
compelled
to carry
the fire of day
into the inky
depths of night.
Just as we
ourselves
partake,
in both
the source
and our
continuance.

My sweet friends, please forgive the length of my absence as I continue to recover from a heart related issue.

The doctors say my heart has been injured, though still it beats – carrying light to others as it was always intended. I wrote this poem, reminded of you…your kindness, your wishes, like the moon compelling me forward. You are my life’s greater blessing.

Happy Christmas, my friends… I love you all.

In peace…

Namaste ❣️