Yard Sale of Thoughts

The newborn moon is often shy,
she wraps herself in sheets of night
and cuddles constellations,
cooing gently ‘neath the twinkling islands
that dominate the ocean sky.

Her faintly visible grin a lighthouse in the predawn light.

After a quiet gestation, fright.
The newborn moon begins to pout.
Her cradle, now a dirty hearth,
must be swept clean,
so body and mind may reunite.

Once full, the offering cup must be poured out.

Swaying gently in the velvety arms of night,
the sleepy newborn shares wisdom:
our relationship with darkness,
and its spacious womb,
is how we find our inner light.

The new moon is a prism; align yourself and set intentions.

©2024 | K.F. Hartless

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Artwork: Alphonse Mucha