By Kalayna Solais
Said the Full Moon to its Witness, “your arising aligns with mine”.
“But how?” the Witness asked. “How can I arise as you do, with the splendor and beauty of a thousand colours at once and none out of place? To be worshipped and seen as you are though you are so still and simply ARE who and what you are?”
“Each time I rise,” the Full Moon responded, “I do not doubt that my shadows will too, that my light will sometimes be dimmed by a power not my own and a will I do not control. Yet, I trust, I surrender, I humbly rise still. First within me, then in front of you, whether or not you choose to take me in.”
The Witness paused for a moment, having never heard this before or felt the Full Moon in this way. The invitation as palpable…
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