The full moon reminds us

(January 2022. Written on the roof of my bus under the moonlight at Re:Source in Kearny, Arizona.)

It it the full moon, and I have returned to source.
The work has already begun.
The moon has seemed full for three nights now;
The night’s been bright since I got here.

But I do see it now, the formpeak,
The definition, in the simplicity of fullness
Dropping an unnecessary dimension,
Two’s reveal derived of three’s arrival—
A perfect circle, shaped of
An edge of light and shadow,
A hole of night and a whole of light
Opening directly above me
At high moon noon,
Moonlight bright enough to write by—

The edge of the shadow of my hand—

Writing the trail of the pen’s shadow—
My words revealed as new
To me as to you,
Shocking utterances of the dark in light
As the unknown gazes at the advancing bright
And gives away its secrets for mercy.

The moonlight is enough
Even when night clouds cover it
Moving fast thick and thicker
The gray only refracting the
Piercing reflected light,
The moon a sun behind clouds
Surrounded by a halo of bluegreenred
Unmoving through the rushing gray
Red the longest and strongest at the edge
A corona of red projected in the clouds
Moving.

Bright again! Moonbreak!
The clarity of navy blue brightened!
The blinding look up at the viewer overhead,
The face hidden in light,
The squint to see truth behind light…
That such a small sliver of simulated sun
Could dazzle so—
Ra deserves terrible awe.

The full moon reminds us that nature is ceremonial,
That we ought to relate to nature ceremoniously.
Life is ceremony, a series of ceremonies,
And to enter into dialogue with the world around you
Is to enter into ceremony.

The full moon reminds us that to make meaning with the world is good.
The full moon in Cancer reminds me that I am home.

The full moon reminds us that we too have our seasons, we too have our tides,
We too reflect the world differently depending on our positions.

The full moon reminds us that a little light goes a long way,
And that night vision is more essential than artificial lights.

The full moon reminds us that every piece of the universe reflects source.
The full moon reminds me that inasmuch as I reflect source,
I am source.

The full moon reminds us of who we were a moon ago,
And how much we have changed over our last period.
We too make beads of moments,
And zoom out from our close lives
To see a story month to month.
The full moon reminds us that we too progress
Through phases and cycles.

The full moon over my bus and my head in the desert of Re:Source
Reminds me of the colder full moon last month
By the Mount Hope Bay with snow on the pebbles
As I thought about where I was in my story.

The full moon reminds us that the night sky is a stage,
With a cast of evermoving actors
And a changing star made of spotlight.
The full moon reminds us that we must make stories
To connect what we see with ourselves
By sharing it with others.

The full moon reminds me that it has seen many bacchanals.
The night of the full moon is dark and precisely bright enough
For ceremonies, parties, altered states, and orgies.
The full moon reminds me of breasts in the moonlight,
Wonderful wickedness, and witchcraft.
There are times given to us for general revelry.

The full moon reminds me of the joy of the night of possibility,
The hope of the chance of the unspeakable pleasure of life’s victory,
The existential excitement for the rituals of human mating,
For ancient prom nights and celebrating coming of age.
The full moon reminds me of the whites and blacks of newlymet eyes
In the dark shining directly into mine like bodies opening
Falling into one another in the intimacy of low light
And the mystery of life in the ecstasy of meeting.

The full moon reminds us that we are made of water,
Subject to pushes and pulls, gravities and containers,
Forms and contents, ebbs and flows.
Water grows me and I take shape
Like the cactus and the owl.

The full moon reminds me that everything existing has its pull on me.

The full moon reminds us of the new moon,
And the necessity of the two sides of the coin.
If there was only one side to a coin,
Everything would fall in.

The full moon reminds me that there are times to build identity
And times for identitilessness.
There are times to perform
And times to absorb, to observe.

The full moon reminds us that the sun is always watching.