“Looks like a little brother to the sun
Or mother to the stars at night
And here it is and here it comes…”
Passing Phases
Wandering
Numinous Luna
Nearly invisible when new
In eternal cycles of reflection
Waxing larger not melting away
Wildly gibbous in the jungle night
Turning away demurely as she wanes
Sugar cookie dipped in chocolate
Eaten away until just a crescent
Remains to be renewed
And reborn
Grasping
Phosphorescent fingers
Searching with stellar energy
Radiant beams from thy holey face
Pulsing as both particle and a wave
Feeding an insatiable unearthly desire
Endlessly expanding and contracting vision
Embezzled electrons of transferred power
Free from the embrace of gravity
Returning to the cosmos
From which she came
In another time
Watching
The pale dead eye
Jealously gazes on the earth
Consuming wayward photons of light
Pulling oceans closer and pushing them away
Old power breathing rhythmically with the tide
Virile ovum swarmed by passionate star-seeds
A fierce orgasm of second-hand luminosity
Sun revealing her soft white underbelly
Sowing night skies with seeds of light
Suppressing the spectrum of color
Subsumed by the dawn
She sleeps
“The human awareness could never know the throbbing presence of the moon and all the intensity of feelings were it not for the moon itself. These feelings are as much a creation of the moon as they are of the human. We partake in the great presence of the night sky, awareness rising out of the interaction. Our sentience, our feelings of wonder and awe, emerge out of the universe. We could not feel awe without the grandeur of the universe. These profound feelings are not just ours; they are the universe reflecting upon itself.”
— Brian Swimme, The Universe Is a Green Dragon