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The Moon Hears My Confession

The Moon Hears My Confession January 27, 2014

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I’m always humbled by the way life appears when I think I’m in control. It’s then I always feel less than, as if I’m falling short, as if I’ve let things slip out of my hands. When I remember that I’m one small part in a very complex and numinous Whole, I may feel frustrated but I feel engaged in an ongoing process of aliveness that keeps demanding my cooperation. This set of feelings led to this small poem.

The Moon Hears My Confession

My heart thunders

like a horse who knows the land

better than any rider.

 

Outside,

I feel less than.

Inside,

I find company.

 

A Question to Walk With: If you were alone on a clear night, what would you say to the moon? On a clear night, go out and be still under the stars until you feel the company of the Universe. Then go ahead and say it.

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