Gift of the Moon
Gift of the Moon
The story begins as one does. Unexpected. Unpredictable. Unprecedented.
Starry sky has always been a place of wonder. Centuries along, human kind could never comprehend the power above their visual field. Wonders of the mind, courageous myths & elongated stories. We are the kind of mysterious dust, who always longed to connect back to the source of our beginning. The Sky and its shinning citizens have been a canvas of our observation for far beyond any logical summary. Not to mention that such summary is a level deeper than mind can fathom.
If someone would to ask me few months ago what do I feel towards the night Earth companion, Moon herself, my answer would be of blunt-mundane kind.
If someone would to ask me whether existential freedom is a given & all it requires of us is to ‘stare’ at her unbound light for as long as 5 seconds — my social-ego self would shut down in pure discomfort & desire to — Understand.
Hunger for the key is the element we are struggling with on the level of created socio level. Such as been fed to us generationally. Hierarchy of success. She, could not care less about such ladder. She is beyond our limits. And she is the gateway into the unconditional exit out of the mind-fed maze. By she, I of course imply the Moon. The Love of my life till the day I die.
Hints & assumptions lead me into rational conclusions, that such Natural elements are a universal door into the wonder-land to all of us. What matters is —
What stage are we in? Which wavelength our radio is choosing to play? How much baggage is dragging us down to the pit of the swamp, as we are trying so hard to let go of those objectified gears hanging & hovering above our vessel. Above our ships. Above our liberating selves.
I wish I could say it is easy. Because, as a matter of a fact it is. Extremely. All it takes is to. Pause. Further. Gently… further. And… one. Last. Time. Further… into. Crossing line. A line of no return. The point beyond thinking. The final brick of castle-wall. The step inside the…
Field of Freedom.
Eternal. Blissful. Gracious.
I wish I could say: “All we have to do is to look at the shining night disk of endless beauty.”
I wish I could say: “All we have to do is to touch the stone lying on the ground.”
I wish I could say: “All we have to do is to look at the eagle high above the ground.”
I wish I could say: “All we have to do is to hear the wave coming our way.”
I wish I could say: “All we have to do is to smell the scent of the pine tree deep inside the woods.”
Because.
That is all we have to do.
The space of liberation. Definition of the… Letting. As layers peel away. Unconsciousness in sprawling. The shatter. Break. Connect & dive into the. Fall.
As a human behind such words, I must officially admit. It is the scariest thing.
Death.
The stories concur us with fear of unknown. Unknown such as:
Void?
Flip of a coin. Toss of a thought. A pure version of…
Salvation.
Knowing that nothing is ever to be known. Knowing that freedom comes within, not externally possessed. The want. Desire. Goal. A burning suffocation. Until collapse.
Which way…?
Night of the light. The source.
She saved my life. Showed me her rays. The liberty within. The tingle of the heart. The energy we are. Alive. One breath & flow it streams. The ocean that is clear.
The Poise.
Imbedded touch.
