{POETIC HEALING} The Gifts of Dark and Light

Sun and moon

At dawn
The sun seems not to play a role
In the fierce heat of the later day
In her dawning, she is light and free

Yet in her fullness
Her intensity sets fire to all she touches
Igniting passions to rise
And burn

And in the evening
The sun mercifully gives way to sister moon,
Her mystical softness hanging in the nighttime sky
Cooling down the tensions risen in the day

Turning passions into prayers
Heat into humble admiration
For the gifts of dark and light

©SpiritLed 2017

The Still of Dawn

Colorful panoramic sunrise in the mountains landscape. Dramatic morning sky.

In the still of the dawn
When the haze of slumber is still upon the world
Creatures start to come alive
Light hints of its arrival on the horizon
Shadows seem to whisper to the moon
And to our hearts

Those of us who dare to rise so early
And take in the gentle stirrings of the ‘morn
Feel the veil lift from midnight’s spirits
As day turns into work, worry, and stress
With the occasional brush of wings on the back of a hand
A gentle reminder of the peace of dreams
And the freedom of the hazy dawn

©SpiritLed 2016

Hope

super moon and clouds in the night on sea

The full moon hangs heavy in the sky
just before dawn
pregnant with the weight of new beginning,

a mystical ball of way-showing light
which speaks in silence
to the many who long to kneel
before its placement in the heavens,

a throne of ruby-ringed stardust
and a thousand twinkling courtiers
bleed across the darkened canvas of the mind’s eye

in the holy sanctum of the soul
where heart light resides
in a private universe
charged with the promise
of Hope

©SpiritLed 2014

Heartsong

Bedroom with moonlight and smoke

Twilight sparkles in violet eyes
that gaze upon a star-filled night
ponder the vastness of the world in view
questions if there is any more in this lifetime or the next

Moonbeams shower illustrious glory
a worried mind with hopes for tomorrow
soaks in the rays, feels the loving arms
of those gone before,
soothing lullabies for an ancient generation
raise laughter to the sky

Through thick and thin
disaster and delight
she takes the moon to be her partner,
her loving mistress of the night
who fuels her warrior spirit
and fills her with the courage to face each day
to know and recognize
that the pounding,  fleshy organ in her chest
brings life not from its incessant beating
but from its unending capacity
to hold us all within its crimson chamber

©SpiritLed 2014

In Between

Oh, for just a moment
To compose a few lines
Steal some daylight,
A little slice of dusk,
Midnight when the moon
Peers through the skylight
Shut the office door
Jot down the heart’s murmurings

Between mommy kisses
And dirty dishes
Morning commute
The daily reboot
Somewhere in the midst of busy-ness
The day offers fleeting solitude
For introspection,
Furious scribbling,
Blessed connection with soul

© SpiritLedBlog 2013

Saved

While out for a twilight run
without gloves or a jacket
hands seek refuge in shirt sleeves
bitter winds bite exposed flesh
rip through even clothed areas
hastening nightfall becomes a stark reminder
of my frigid error in judgment

Around a corner my breath seizes
breaking me from my piteous complaint
enraptured by the amber globe
that wondrously appears
hanging heavy and voluminous
as if its weight would soon crush
the houses below

As I run down the slope
toward the warmth of home
so, too, does the moon
dip below the horizon
as if it had never
been there
at all

 

© SpiritLedBlog 2013

Everything is Right in the World

I can think of a million complaints
Imperfections in my life
Yet as I marvel at the moon
The message is received:
In this moment, everything is right in the world.

Each petty grievance is erased as the moon whispers to me
The secrets of the Universe
There are grains of wisdom to be found in suffering
Suffering is largely a choice anyway
A choice to rise above or to remain immersed
In the details beyond our control.