Still there

See the moon tonight? It's fancy and simple, shiny, brand new and ancient. The lunar connection to the earth is strong, big-dot-spot-on. The vast distance is like an optical illusion and lures you into it's creamy, ivory center, filled with possibilities, perplexities and powerful presence... stubborn alabaster orb, refusing to wear-out, tire or get bored, baths us with it's light. The round, puffy, crisp, clean buttery profile presents it's fantastic familiar face... broad, bold, quietly beaming it's radiant brilliance relentlessly over and over again until other dimensions, time and space decree a difference.

The moon is still there after all this time and so many years later, hovering, suspended in nothing, the cosmos, a galactic sea of space, storms, atmospheric phenomenon, prancing and dancing about draped in prisms, particles, dust, delight, sights, sounds, solar synchronicity moving at a seemingly symphonic pace, waltzing, gliding in slow motion toward unknown and unimagined places without a beginning or an end only to start all over again.

Still there, taking transient residence in the recesses of the mind. The rhythm of life responds simultaneously... subtle and stark as the heavens vibrate and whisper attempting to wreck havoc in our hearts and heads and create perfect harmony and bliss all at once. The ocean tides turn, currents twist, babies stir, animals pace, emergencies unravel, souls search and one way or another even the steadfast and calm are affected by it's mysterious, mercurial maneuvers in the sky high, far away leaving us forlorn, feeling forsaken and yearning for more.