the Moon is My Friend

The Moon is my friend, She is the light with such gentle effect that I can lay down my burdens and walk away form what could not be finished- or understood in the yang sun. Rest and letting go is needed by all who would fight to win. We rise with the sun to become the movers and shakers. But without the rest, we cannot plan. The moon, governor of our night sky, is not always seen; but, is always there. We become a brilliant players in the theatre of the night.

the moon is my friend because my enemy also has need to lay down his spear. Resting at midday is lovely - to lie beside a stream and close one's eyes and listening to the music, we become more whole than before because we rest our mind and take in the new information from The Mother. The soft light of the moon lets me live in diffuse details so that I may observe the larger picture of my soul. The fingers of my mind caress who I am and who you are- and perhaps my rest will feel safer knowing my enemy rests as well. And I have decided to free my spirit in the vastness of space.

the moon reminds me to rest from failures. She reminds me to rest from persons and situations that didn't work out and were never meant for me. She reminds me to let time flow like water- gently across the ridges of pain and let the ridges be reshaped into a softer form. A gently shaped river rock may even be like a pillow to a traveler. I have decided to give "Rest" her due. Because I have need to let go. Rest is shared by all healthy citizens of this world. It is most human-to rest.

the moon is my friend because in my own space of resting I will acknowledge and tend my wounds. I will rest the wounds which may keep me from winning the race and having all my glory if they cannot heal. The soft light of the moon will hide some old scars in my mirror, and from my lover, and let me have a certain beauty that I might enjoy the evening with my beloved. In dreamtime and in rest, Spirit will come to me and I will have those who have crossed over close to my pillow and hear whispers of my guides- ideas which I may bring to the day.

I will rest in a corner of my cave and shed my skin if needed and become the butterfly ready to take to the winds. I will resist the urge to run with the crowds while there is danger outside my cave. Because it is not the time to run when we cannot win- it is the time to rest, listen, change, commune, support, pray and bring less baggage to the fight. We need only one weapon and choose it carefully we must because we have needs to live more lightly and be ready to strike with all power.

Because fight I must. I fight for justice,

Beauty and

Joy

So that I may survive.

Someday we may rest together and rise to meet the day as ONE.

I rest in faith knowing I am worthy of rest. the moon is my dearest friend.

I invite you to rest and lie in closeness with those with whom you share peace. Sleep under the stars. In resting we may be as all others in the world who rise with renewed life to smile and plant seed- we may find that we can fight together.

I will not be defeated because in rest I am available to the great teachers of the Universe that visit in my sleep. To sleep is to let go of the smaller self and journey into the theatre of the night.