Moon

Rises, sets over the Kāpiti mountain - over all the range of hill and stone - into the western sea - into the water where I’d rather be. The depths - this is what takes us down - the weight of something more than our own bodies as we wait for the people to come - as we wait for our own gravity to drop. Its days like these we forget ourselves, our troubles, the things that woe us. It’s days like these when we overstep the vortex of everything that hinders us and choose to be a vessel of the wild might that uses us - that wants to be of service. I never thought I’d be a witch - never imaged the things I now fear and respond to with trembling belly. Only on the surface is anything a problem - but take it down to the depths and it becomes dark, translucent. The porcelain of your skin in the morning light moon - the towering presence set upon our bodies all night long - and then - the lasting impression I have of no soul - nothing - the monadic core - the black circles you have cut now presence the eternal now in plain sight. It is in the everyday magic that we build the weight of the primordial drop - the deep magic that fractures our small existence - but it all matters: how we walk, how we talk - how we decide how to treat each other and our people - the land - and whether or not my heart will remain open and gentle to those who I’d rather disagree with. We all have our sore spots - the places we’d not want another to see us in. Call them our damaged parts that we believe to be unacceptable, unworthy of love - and in the casement of these parts - we are less ourselves - how often do you case up the very centre of who you are because you deem it wrong, fractures and unlovable? It is in some way our core life - the pieces of us we have discard have become, in Christ’s words - the cornerstone of the house. And it should be like this - all the broken and unsightly bits are the completes of this expanding life force - present today as the full moon rose and set - a new sun - a new day - like all days - but a gift all the same. I pull back the curtains in a rush as your freshly showered body takes itself in devotion to the impersonal but deeply alive elements - as we stretch out our hands once gain to this clear and ever present becoming of ourselves.