Harvest Moon

Another unspeakably bright moon.

Another friend done gone.

Breath breathing breath.

Another conscious movement toward opening—inviting relaxation.

A recalibration of vision, focal depth, heartspace & resonance with the surrounds.

Summer comes down like dusk fowl on a watery mirror:

easing into the balance point of light & dark.

Another skystruck plateau—this moment!— our irresistible calling to affirm connection, widen, celebrate, mourn, & skinnydip in brazen reality before the leaves fall.

When we are at our most full, like the moon, loss & grief are right there too.

Companions. Clouds in an endless, empty sky.

Here in the grass a hundred million crickets have been making sound syrup & drenching the world in its trance & effulgence.

Harvest time moon recalls us to the extravagance of gratitude, the expansion that’s possible with a little help from our friends. A frequent accompaniment to an experience of the boundlessness of our heart is a purifying stream of tears.

What are the named & nameless beings whose presence & absence allow you to know that you are alive in a way far beyond your conventional designations?

Invite them to the harvest dance, even if only quietly, gently, secretly.

Dancing in this way helps make the world right.