Catching Moonlight

Grandmother's tea cup –
moonlight afloat
at midnight

Catching moonlight seemed like a magical-spiritual thing to do, especially in a deepening awareness of the interconnectedness of all things. However, in the examination of ego and letting go, perhaps trying to harness moonlight is no different than caging a bird or putting fish in a tank. Rather, why not be alive and awake when the moonlight is gifted, allowing it to come and go, heal, and illuminate as the Cosmos sees fit? Sometimes letting go is a painful, anguishing thing. Other times it is a soft song hummed in moonlight. Either way, a freedom awaits on the other side.

un-possess all
we do not
possess

What were we before we were people? Land – air – water. We were sunbeams and moonlight. We were worms and mosquitos, mushrooms and algae. We were all the points on a compass and all the paths ever taken by crawling or flying things. We emerged as flesh of the earth and grew hungry. Too hungry.

we fell
asleep
in the dirt

We accept our death for the most part, which is strange given the rest of world lives. We think we are in marked graves, our headstones telling the stories of who we were. However, in our forgetfulness of who we really are, we are forfeiting our portion of place in the Great Dance.

We can still wake; we have the freedom to do that. Forget catching moonlight. Forget legacy, power, and possession. Forget this sentence and the next. Turn into what is alive right now in this moment and in that way, we begin again to live forever.