Her Grace, Luna
Our lamenting guide, revealing a constancy of change
That will not be denied. Unfolding an essence of mortality in
Eternity both in the sky and inside mankind. The man and the
Moon, to their course of altering phases, they are resigned.
Yet, whether change brings growth, only we can decide.
Orb of night, she is old and wise. Her gravity pulls us to see
Possibility through the cauldron of her all-seeing eye.
Compelled by a hushed voice inside, a kindred force
That is old and wise, for it lures our hearts and minds.
Inevitable transformation will arise, heralding in an evolution
Of self, the harbinger of lessons in disguise. The way through
The lair of lessons is ours alone to find, and can only be
Found when we are not steeped in pride. Without pride, there is
An opened mind, requiring we take ownership of the footprints
We leave behind, be responsible for the foundations we mine and
Embrace accountability in our lives. The thought of this does
Terrify, but there is a promise in the snuffing of a temporary
Light. The dark canvas left to reside welcomes a renewal of sight.
Thus, when we look up at the sky, although hidden from view,
She is there, a new moon in the eclipse of night. All paths
Will wax and wane. Forevermore, the cycles of sewing and reaping
Remain. Seasons won and lost will always come back around again.
To live is to accept that every path must come to an end and that we
Must always somehow start again. There is no end without a
Beginning and there is no beginning without its end. Yet, the
Time spent in the middle is in fact, our dearest friend, and defines the
Next new cycle with which we contend. For in every death there is
Rebirth and a hope that the constant phases in between will
Help us ascend. Her celestial body gives birth to a powerful force
That mothers the tides. Ebb and flow, from this neither man, woman,
Nor ocean may hide. The tidal forces of life will flood and submerge us
One minute, allowing for a piece of self to die. Then, those same
Forces turn back, leaving us bare and exposed. In doing so,
A hidden piece of self they do show. Waiting so long under a fluid
Curtain for its chance to seed and grow. In these moments of our
Lives what choices will we make, as we experience the tug
Of war that is a constant give and take. Can we admit to our
Mistakes and embrace our truth along the way. The same old
Song, same old tune. People have cultivated by way of the moon
For as long as they have been planting their own food.
Mankind will always be travelers, explorers, and pathfinders,
All on par, in that we navigate our way by following our elusive north
Star. Same as the earth is forever guided by the moon, a satellite so
Very far. This ancient, heavenly body once a symbol of magic,
Sorcery, and spell. A crystal ball of nightfall in which tall tales,
Fables, and folklore would dwell. Men of old saw its secrets and
Sensed its truth, using them both quite well. As a magic mirror or
Scrying bowl, it was diminished to a vessel of trickery and blame.
Explorers of new lands sought control by predicting moon cycles
In order to claim. For natives feared what they did not know. The moon’s
Secrets a bad omen of shame. Time did pass, but man and moon did not
Go so far. From moon cycles as cave art to times of man-made cars.
The need to blame as constant as a scar. For burden is indeed
Hard to bear and easier still to forcefully share. Thus, responsibility
Of self and others now dismissed in our utter despair, blaming the
Brightest celestial object in the sky of which all were aware and
Claiming under its mythical power, from a state of Lunacy,
They were not spared. Releasing ownership of their oh so horrible deeds
Without a care. As the moon cycles have always shown, where there is
Dark there is light and where there is myth there is wonder,
For this meditative orb offered man more than the opportunity
To blunder. Its inspiration gave way for the birth of cultures, language,
Calendars, art and more, that no one can put asunder. Our rich history
Inspired by Luna fair, for dark and light are the scales she balances
Tirelessly without fail. Spirituality once embraced, of a
Moon so pale. But her secrets and hidden treasures, in the end, did not
Prevail. For we have walked, quarried, and mined her frontier and in
Gaining we have left too many of her secrets behind. No longer
Enchanted and captivated by what we once saw as divine.
Perhaps this forced us to see the veracity of our actions in ourselves,
Rather than a shrine. Yet, when we gain, we may also lose that which we
Might take for granted, that which did make us shine. For the
Inspirational magic she bestowed brought miraculous creations
From humanity into our lives. Oh, how she expanded our hearts and our
Minds. Once upon a time only lasts for a spell. Looking up to the night
Sky mankind no longer feels such power and says farewell. Evolved
Now to a humanity of material and of cynicism our egos do
Swell. Having traveled so far from a humanity of hopes, dreams, and
Spiritual intellect, we have compelled ourselves too well. The moon has
Remained true to herself, never having lost her way. Man, it would
Seem, cannot say the same. Yet, she stays, she stays, and her
Wisdom asks us to notice our mistakes, to let go of the shame, to let go
Of the blame, and to find accountability in the lives that we claim.
Has ego become our new guide? Now that we no longer ponder
The sky. Do we now look at one another, unable to see the
Mysteries and secrets inside. In that state of unknowing, do we
Use one another to hide? Ego will use blame to defend against
Subconscious natures and desires. Denying they exist within
And ascribing them to others, in this we all conspire. Both the
Need for inclusion and stifling fear, do stoke the egos fire. Fools we are,
To invite such mire. Our moon is a mirror for humanity and what we
Try to hide she does show. Thus, we prefer not to lift our heads
And know. Out of sight, out of mind, we find a greater ease in
Looking below. Such a blessing that she is stubborn, and her lure
Heralds the return of the soul. Let us see through her lunar eye.
Like her, let us take ownership of our shadow and our light.
Black and white, yin and yang, duality of self, in this life,
Is our biggest battle that we must fight. When we conceal, we
Reveal and when we reveal, we conceal. Luna is an opening,
A means of passage. The choice is ours to bear. She can
Be a doorway to enlightenment offering opportunity to
Connect and share. Or, she can be an unreachable hole, taunting us,
As we wander our oubliette in despair. When the moonlight is lost,
The dark becomes. There are choices to make in the dark.
Will we awaken or will we succumb? The dark side of
Our nature implores us to run. Yet we are often paralyzed in the
Shadow, unable to see ahead and panicked by the lack of sun.
In this state what will we decide? Our subconscious no
Longer buried alive, will the capacity for evil thrive,
Embracing our own thief, vampire, or ghoul of night. Or will
This blind silence bring restoration, as a honeybee would find in
His hive. The stillness and silence beg us to restore.
Allowing darkness to fade away as we move forward
With a care in this murky world. For if the darkness fades, then
Light is once again offered a turn. More abundant vision may
Then come forth. New and unexpected beginnings
Now born. Illumination can be fragile as the frost on
The morn of an early spring. Fragile as a droplet of dew glistening
At first light on the petal or leaf to which it clings. Appearing for
Moments within our grasp. Slow to reach, it soars
Away on restless wings. Although it may wander,
The moons shine is never lost and will once again allow us to
Travel our road with the light that it brings. Luna shines a
Spotlight on your secrets, if fear of the subconscious
Is not a weakness. There in the heavens, now in
Conscious view. Yet for some, they still dare not hope to see.
Fear of becoming moonstruck brings unease. Thus, we bow down,
For fear of the unknown makes us forever meek.
Oh, so cunning Luna finds another way. Saying,
If you must look down, instead, look at me in the gloomy ripples
Or waves. Look at me in the stagnant waters that have become
Your self-made graves. It is your choice to be the hero
That finds the way through to the other side of
The cave. The greatest monster that you must face is your
Hidden reflection, reflect and be brave. Allow inner knowledge
To surface to the light. Do not reject, do not deflect,
And you are saved. Her magic is your magic,
Her power is your power. If your mirror is distorted, the face you
See will glower. Face your truths and own your struggles before
The clock strikes on the twelfth hour.
Oh, the possibilities that exist for mankind
If when day becomes eve, we can open fully
And bloom with grace. Fragrant and bright as a
Climbing moon flower.
Our choices can and will change the course of our lives. Acceptance in spite of the fear can help us to chart our journeys. — The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge provides an interesting perspective in relation to this topic as it portrays the adventures of a sailor who must realize the truth of his own reality in order to be freed from his burdens. Thus, beginning a new life that will be forever altered as a result of his experiences.
My article, Opening Up a Dialogue with Your Inner Child, is a worthwhile supplemental read to Her Grace, Luna. Revisiting this post will open up our perspectives in regard to the hidden darkness within and the light that is wasted until we take ownership of where we find ourselves, as well as responsibility for our actions as we step forward. We have to seek in order to come upon the foundation needed to be able to rebuild anew.
