Picture that you’re
sitting
Eyes closed on the
blue
Exercise mat
Head facing east
towards
The full moon as it’s
rising
It’s a super moon at that
But obscured by a
thin
Scrim of cloud cover
It’s unseen but felt
As a distinct
presence
From crown to nape
You’re sitting up
straight
Meditating in fact
On the yin power as
it is
Most perfectly
expressed
Now when it is both
full
And concealed
Which is why
Tonight’s super moon
Hanging somewhere up
there
In the sky’s eastern
expanse
Is such a perfect
metaphor
For my soul –
immortal or otherwise -
It’s simply a gift of
borrowed radiance
Bouncing off rocky barren
soil
Evident only as a
faint flickering
From the curtain’s other
side
No more than a lumen or two
That's barely
detectable
With my eyes either
Open or closed
* * * * *
Since moving to East Quogue this year it has become a ritual for me to walk down to the end of Weesuck Avenue in order to watch the full moon rise over the Creek. At first, I was somewhat disappointed tonight because there was a thick cloud cover that obscured the sky to the south and east. But then a few fingers above the horizon I began to detect the super moon rising, evident at first only as backlighting (worthy of the finest Santo Loquasto set) that lit up a plane of stratus clouds facing eastward. The illumination gradually increased revealing a vast cloud structure that had been jerry rigged to encase the moon. Quite an incredible site really. And I realized that to see the super-moon rise this way, by implication, is to experience the Yin power in its greatest extremity - when it is both engorged and concealed. The poem above was written a little bit later, after returning home and meditating some, thinking about this striking Yin apparition. And the photo below was taken by my wife a little bit later in the evening as the moon continued to play hide and seek.
Super Moon Super Scrim (M. Bridge) |
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