the moon is close tonight

the moon is close tonight

or so they say

i can't say i see much difference

maybe the moon rise was something special.

during the moon rise i was eating, body tired from walking the beauty of the clarity of the day shining through me, the beauty of the clarity of the day shining through the moments of despair there have been

moments come and go the darkness the fear

the pattern repetition

sand and waves dancing against the walls of the soul

crossing bridges i know we will but in the meantime i'm staring

at excel spread sheets and somehow

there is enough but no extra: I am squeezed

but the worse

is how familiar the bondage

chains tracing the sand as I walk in circles

pattern repetition

too many times

just barely enough, or not enough i become convinced that i am

not enough

its that old fear

closing in on the rays of the mystic bliss of the early morning sun

and the mystery

the mystery of our belonging here

so close to the moon

we are so close to the moon

i walk under the splendor starlight and drop down and kiss the ground

where deep below

the soul stirs and grows

a fire in the chilly march air

it took a long walk and the fresh clearness of the bright blue sky

to clear through me

remind me to re-member

that i'm pattern-changing

working with the deep roots of the soul

gently disentangling them from their rocks

that they've wrapped around

hinting that

actually

there's another direction to grow

there's some fresh water

over there

over there

listen -

but from the depth

the moon feels so far away.

so i keep walking the dark nights

hands reaching to moonlight, feet chilly on the frosty greens

trying not to shine analysis' light too brightly

upon the sleepy depths of what grows in clay.

it needs to rest, those roots

let the spirit do its own work

give it space

to grow close

to the pull

how can a moon pull such tides?

how can i doubt

the perfect rhythm of the universe

that we can be pulled

to right relationship

so the patterns

can create life

(the spread sheets can balance

there can be enough

there can

be

abundance)

at the edge

of shores and seas

the moon is close tonight

may it pull me close

closer to the magic

of those bright stars

and those deep ocean rhythms.