Now the moon
is getting on with the business of growing
daily a little more,
inching into Her eventual fullness.
Here on the ground
I decide this month of poetry journalling
shall be a book
a chapbook of my relationship with Her.
First the cover.
I won’t steal but I have no moon photos
of my own.
I choose instead this lump of lapis lazuli.
Over-exposed
it shows one crescent edge, deep blue
fading to nothing,
the rest of the circle hidden in white light.
Behind that edge
is an arc of shadow, and an echoing curve
of golden glow
suggesting the dark side, and the reflected sun.
On the surface
flecks I know to be gold are vague and grey
like craters.
This stone depicts the moon; I convince myself.
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I tell clients
that the Moon card in Tarot holds all implications
at once
of moonlight which both illuminates and distorts.
Dreams, visions ...
or illusion, deceit, delusion, self-deception....
Stay in the light
I say. Don’t wander off into the shadows.
Yet I know
the distracting, shadowy side paths can lead
to deep places
of intuition, inspiration, flowers that bloom in the dark.
Her teachings
are true but not aways straightforward.
I hold to Her, and
we move into wider space, like children exploring.