Crickets

In fading days of endless light

Gone under

Wheeling stars and last cricket

Keeping the faith

An Angular Moon

Woke up early this morning- it's still dawn and the hills are slowly beginning to burn orange in this time of late October and the falling of the leaves.

Not being able to sleep, and feeling the presence of such age old buddies as doubt and depression, I sort of lay there for a while, pitying myself. I floundered upwards and squirmed around on the couch for an hour. Still dark, clock says 7 a.m. Might as well drag my fragile persona into the outer darkness- and the moon above.

Soon standing outside, staring dumbly upwards, wrapped in blankets insulating the coldest frost yet this season, I saw that this moon was shining with the same light now beginning to glow from the lucent East. Just about a quarter moon, waning, standing straight up from the sun way down now behind the trees but rising fast. And, of course, the vivid cold and freshness of the calm and heavy air. Good Autumn air that clears even this mind for a moment.......

And there's always that 'Indian' feeling I get, like I'm really not from this situation, this world. That the forest up along the Blue Ridge Parkway that skirts my home is a vein, a lifeline, that just allows enough planetary flow to ease my mind into the kind of 'coming home' feeling that the Indian image seems to click with. Such a deepening of Life into myriad colors that cannot be seen with the modern eye- the backdrop of my dysfunctional and unsustainable existence in the world. So, I light up a toke in both defiance and celebration of it all, and it's now 8:06 a.m.

While I was outside a little while ago I stretched my arms out wide into something called the Warrior Pose, a yogic exclamation shown to me by my somatic therapist Suzanna. You kind of stretch wide open and gaze out over your left upright and open palm into the future, and you imagine and see that future, feel it- enjoy it. For, in truth, the future of our souls is a happy one- both intuition and science agree. I can see that in the eastern sky over my outstretched palm- I can feel it.

Nature helps; She invites me to enjoy so fully, then drives a thorn so deeply into the heel of my foot that now I'm limping, and limping yet I must trust this mighty force of Love.

Love knows what she's doing. Here in this world of a third quarter squared moon, the pain is of a design. Mortality and the endless silent and silenced cries of the lonely and the sick, the bereaved and the abandoned, all this perfects the soul, over time, open her out and in to the great Intelligent Infinity that we are in truth.

Not by virtue of acts but by grace so the Bible says, and that's half the story we often forget. We are so loved, and cannot see or feel this, blinded by an angular moon.

But the moon reflects the light of the sun. And the sun is always rising! Nothing is but is becoming.