Fullest Moon

a starlit night

a secluded cove

the pull of tide

the fullest moon

enveloping the sky

illumining the Soul

like Mother Mary

(with words of Wisdom

and womb of welcome

giving birth to the Cosmos)

and Immanuel

(ever gestating and growing

within Eternally expanding Space)

embracing the Whole

in ecstatic Luminosity

revealing the Self

down to the Core

of grist and Grace

Belovedness and bone

(no shell within

which to hide)

reborn through the womb

of welcome in Love

but restricted by fear

and responsibility

to Incarnate only

in secluded coves

of vulnerability

and secret chambers

of the heart

(where all the treasures

worth pondering

go to hide

and collide

with a deeper Reality

reverberating in the Rhythm

of the Waves

we ride

inside our hearts

until we depart)

until we notice

the shadow cast

by the Light

of the Moon

is before

and behind

and beneath

and beside us

which reminds us

that the Light

isn't merely

outside us

but within

those secret chambers

of the Heart

and secluded coves

of the Soul

the Fullest Moon

pregnant with Promise

glowing Luminously

shining Hopefully

burning Eternally.

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('Purple Moon' © Annica Johnson)