Ah, the full moon pulling at the inner spaces with its questions and mystery.
Tugging the tides.
Illuminating the darkness.
Searching the soul.
Waking me from a sound sleep to come outside and feel the moonshine.
basking in the night’s light.
Here is profound simplicity infused with magic.
Here is wonder.
“This place of mine never is entered by humans for conversation. Only by the mute moon’s light shaft which slip in between the trees.”
“Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon and the truth.”
“The moon stays bright when it doesn’t avoid the night”
“Watching the moon, at midnight, solitary, mid-sky, I knew myself completely, no part left out.”