I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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13 September 2011

A New Phase

She still looks full
radiating beams of light
like children’s pictures of the sun
but white, misty.

Last night I left all my crystals
out to catch that light.

Today I washed them  
in running water,
laid them to dry on towels
and began dusting their shelves.

Confronting the moon
and myself
brings me to action.

My demon is called Escape.
But it’s Spring
and I’m tired of burying my head
even in poetry.

All that power
I’ve been storing and hoarding
and hiding
having reached its fullness
now demands an out.

Journalling my relationship with the moon: 17

Included inthe book, THREE CYCLES OF THE MOON

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