My Heart is With the Moon
Haibun response

Peeking beyond the branches of my tree of life, I see her. Her energy, her spirit. Her gibbous form reminds me I’m almost there. No longer do I hear the old bark of the man in the moon. My heart is with the moon. She is my guiding force in my power of three. The sun, the moon, and the stars are my only constants. Always there for me, even when they cannot be seen.
Imagine my delight to see her amongst the blue skies rather than surrounded by darkness. Her energy shines just for me today. My moon no longer wobbles from my intuitive nature, forced to assimilate into the earthly world, a world of man and his control. I surrender the old phases of me to follow my heart with all her glory on my mystical path.
My breath follows the waxing and waning of her light, and my moments fill with calm and delight. Within her magic, I shall ground myself in the sky’s energy rather than the earthly roots initially given. The branches are the framed reference I no longer need, for she has my heart completely.
Branches embrace her Selenophilia trance Grounded roots begin
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Synchronicity is front and center these days so ChannSpirations and Coincidences is a good place for this poem. It started with this post:
While Marcus tagged me “if anyone, jules, perhaps, wants to try a form you may not have used before,” it was more of what is occurring in my outside of Medium life that created my poem.
Back at the end of September, I posted this:
I did surrender a shit ton of crap back then and new forms of relationships have found their way to me. My other projects I have been working on are breathing new life. I recently received my Google certification in digital marketing and my business idea is actually in the birthing process.
I poured my heart out in this recent post:
It only received 10 views. This was the kind of response that made my moon wobble back in September. However, the heartfelt support and engagement by a few in the comments made my wobble worth it.
Social media often gives a false sense of support and success. It is a numbers game for many people. Algorithms will never capture the heart of people. They only feed a false sense of connection. True connection comes only from spirit to spirit. No computer will ever be able to capture that.
As I stay connected to my heart within its beautiful energy that cannot be explained, only felt, I find the greatest reward in every moment. That is part of my learning the language of poetry journey!
Thank you to everyone on this platform for sharing pieces of your spirit not just words and numbers!
Tagging my friends, Thief and Ravyne Hawke, and of course Claire Kelly to whom Marcus dedicated his poem and prompt.
