When I awoke from a nap last night, I had no recollection of time having stopped. I felt far too self-inflated with self-importance to allow silly little things such as the end of time to be of consequence. Whatever time it happened to be was the time is was. I could have cared less but I didn’t. Instead …
I poured myself a glass of Tang; an elixir created for moon walkers. After which I cut my finger and a slice of apple pie from my apple pie tree. I stepped outside into my secret garden.
Then and there, shocking in hindsight, I felt an ethereal moment in a make-believe sky overwhelm my seven wonders and all nine of as many muses. Magical moments are not to be missed. They are a dime a dozen yet so very rare. I pinched myself twice to ensure I exist because … from the corner of my eye, I glimpsed a jester winking an iridescent eye at me.
Moon Being purposely stood still. He tempted me mischievously by hanging quite low over my head. It was too close for my comfort. I was certain that if I had all my senses about me, I could reach out and touch His face. Not that I would if I could.
Stunning is the power of a Lunar Being’s unspeakable beauty to be able to turn back the hands of time to the beginning. He was a beautiful strawberry moon near full. Alpha Centuri, Saturn, Venus. and Mars, a motley crew of nebulous nebulae, among all else and more, were rendered obsequious under His spell. They were as they remain, pleased to be so.
This time our Moon was not only heralding the beginning of a new summer, but a new summer for the best years of our lives still to come. I’m grateful for that. I am grateful for being alive to witness His yoke of kindness radiate throughout our universe as well as the universe next door. By the way …
He is very good friends with another love of our lives, Jesus the Christ, who said: “Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.”
Even the Man in the Moon never stops smiling at the naivety of a novice. Gods are the most generous people you will ever meet. Speaking of saints, the bright mercy of kindness is how you spot a saint in a crowded room hoarding an ocean of people.
They are generous of spirit. That is very clear. All one has to do is look with eyes wide-open. Our Man of the Moon is indeed very important. If there was such a thing as a busy body, His Holy Moonshine would be the one. Never comes the day when He is too busy for you. He takes his time. He will take eternity if He stumbles over the shadow of any being suffering over it’s suffering.
Always ready for a red-carpet ride, He is *dressed to the nines in garbs of inner-knowing. He is a beautiful sight, a remedy for thirsty eyes everywhere He goes. Compassion is his middle name. His first is Mercy.
Many among us, myself included, are so innocent of truths that all our Moon River of Joy can do is stay bright, smile and remind us: We are nothing at all but love … if we are anything at all we are love.
In my defense, I have no defense except to say, “Sure, it is easy for Him. He is, after all, a God” And so it was last evening as it remains so today, forever and ever, Amen!
- “To the nines” is referencing the Nine Muses of Arts and Learning (Clio, Erato, Calliope, Melpomene, Euterpe, Polyhymnia, Terpsichore, Urania, and Thalia). There are several documented instances of “those old nine which rhymers invocate” (1600 Shakes. Sonn. xxxviii), or “the sacred wealth of all the Nine” (1635 F. Quarles Emblemes v. iii.), or in the 1687 work The Poetick Miscellenies of Mr. John Rawlett (among others).
- Matthew 11:28-30.“Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest. 29 “Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. 30 “For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.”
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