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The Moon and her Phases

When she disappears, I fall at her feet. I surrender in full.

Her invisible tides pull me into myself.  

With her growing light, my mind too, becomes illuminated.

She waxes, grows large and plump, until she’s bursting at her seams. Her fullness invites me to forgive and release the pressures in my earthly life.

She wanes, the burst of energy residing, and with her, I gently land.

I remember I am but a child of the universe, nothing more than a simple animal with simple needs, governed by this illuminating celestial body.

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