Cradled by the Moon (September 2008)

The cradle of the moon holds my essence
Ever so gently
The pale light surrounds my heart
And this ever increasing knowing of strength
Enfolds me as I dissolve into the pale light
Yet this wet golden cup holds this wet goldness
I have become
As the clouds drift across the moon’s face
No matter
For I find the clouds hold me just as safely
Waiting there below as the moon tips
And I slide noiselessly from the crescent womb
The golden luminosity coalesces
As this, what I call I
And as the beauty of love infuses each new awakening
So I rise again
Fashioned lovingly by the pale golden light