
Being the moon Rumi said, look at the moon, how it grows brighter as it patiently tolerates the dark night. Oh, that I could be a moon shining brightly, even as darkness is growing, to be luminous and glowing, so open and full that hopes and dreams are offered to me. How I would hold them in the softness of my palm, wrap them all in calm stillness, set them free into the realm of possibility where the sun carries them into being.
If you love the moon as I do, you might be interested in another poem I wrote: the moon speaking.