Under a Full Moon

“Love is a place

& through this place of

love move

(with brightness of peace)

all places

yes is a world

& in this world of yes live

(skillfully curled)

all worlds”

                                E.E. Cummings

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Sleepless

I walk on the night of the full moon

As the mystical orb

Glows silently in the dark sky

Reflected light turning the grass

Into silver sea

And mountain snow

Floats disembodied

Above trees

Dark guardians of the night

So the sacred shimmers

And the world becomes

Hauntingly

Yes

And silently

Love

And I move with

“brightness of peace”

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Finding peace under the full moon

In spite of pain

And deep frustration over its return

And in spite of failure

And deep sorrow over relationships damaged