the moon comes home 22

From self-rejection to erotic approval

“Beloved daughter,

you wonder who you are.

Well, you are brighter than any star.

Your light has no beginning and no end

You are limitless

and here to mend

human hearts which are fast asleep.

The sacred song buried within

is what they long to sing again.

Though the sun is bright

he cannot unravel,

the mystery

through which they must travel.

It is only your

mysterious light

that can bring the day into the night.

Beyond divisions of black and white,

you reveal the infinite:

inner sight.

Beauty is something I cannot give,

beauty is that which must be lived.

Now wake up child

to who you are.

It is time to rise and

meet your star.

And remember there is nothing to fear

for wherever you go

I am always here.”

*see previous. see next.