being the moon

moon over San Agustinillo, Mexico
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.

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