The revolving stage removes the Sun.
Distilled evaporations of daylight follow gaily, respectfully behind, while courtly silks and rich pastel satins flow in procession over the horizon
The stage revolves and,
we are freely carried with it
on the curvature’s largesse
Happy are the fortunate few!
For their gaze is drawn upward toward darkness!
They receive the sudden grandiose gift of fecund Moon
Moon is sated by the Sun’s departed retinue of salmon flashes, great golds, carmine bloods and dusky pink
Largesse of life abounding to all who live and breathe
The time is come to seek fresh borning.
To Moon, I bow
To Moon, I kneel
While all around the freshening silences intertwine
Day and night come and go
See the sense of season
Sleep naked of reason
Old earth is new earth in the dark seed’s eye
~ and Love is present EveryNow