sovereign skies

Before, I thought I was lost. I roamed here and there moving with ease, following only the breeze, each bend in the road an alluring tease. Folks would ask where I was headed and I never had an answer, not really knowing why I felt compelled to continue in such staggered procession. I had maps though they did not guide me. I looked instead upon the Moon’s face as she rose each evening to comfort, to re-assure me, that the most magnificent women seek solace in solitude. Sometimes dusk is drawn in dramatic hues that swoop and stretch. The descending Sun tossing peach clouds in bunches and painting stars as he departs, bleeding blood orange and scarlet skies. On these nights the Moon will rise in warm twilight, the farewell dance of the Sun reaching and breaching West to East dressing the sky, caressing in colours of love. However, together they know that nature moves in cycles, and cycles spiral circles so to grow, they must listen, submissively accepting an intrinsic truth. Time takes care. On other nights the Moon must march in darkness, rising over the horizon in isolation, bathing and basking in her own pool of light. She brings all she needs. Without the display of her Sun’s set she is welcomed in her own fullness, the feminine ruler of our land, the needle that pulls the thread of constellations, preserving then presenting the stars. When black buries blue she is the light that burns through, and although the Sun and Moon do a beautiful doe si doe Nature ensures they remember their sovereign selves and what they reign. So on the days when I feel like a Moon without a Sun I reflect instead on the mystical power of one. How some nights a quiet crescent seems so alone when she is in fact, only following Nature’s flow that insists we each individually know ourselves first. There’s power in being whole and persisting with the cycles that only urge us to grow. When the world can feel and sip from a cup so sweetly filled in wonderful and blossoming solitude, a pure uniting is called forth. Two decided souls of opposing demeanour can be brought together to dance in the circles of dramatic fusion. Balance is found in a bond as rare and unique as the fingerprints of each being. So I have learned from the Moon and the Sun, who share each day giving way for the other, to not linger or over stay. These tracks I tread on tentative trails are simply the stepping stones towards my soul. *~ A.