Alone in the moonlight
with my naked intent
the beach is dark and empty
winds blow steady the ascent
of midnight chimes at the mission.
The meandering low tide waves
speak to my secret desires
until one by one they are dipped
back into their elemental fire.

Warming the night
Comforting my heart
Becoming moonlight.

A wave of the hand
An open palm
Moonlight.

Becoming moonlight

How I love that line, that concept, that metamorphosis! It would seem to me the heart of this direct and experiential, transformational poem, and is emblematic of it and what is so effective about it.

This is an especial favorite of mine.

Warming the night
Comforting my heart
Becoming moonlight.

A wave of the hand
An open palm
Moonlight.

Perfect! Alchemic transformation complete.

Thank you for sharing this and so many treasures with us here. You are a portal of wonders, a door to better worlds, or perhaps a door by which we may at last enter this world we occupy but so often do not see or be.

Perhaps it is the "naked intent" of which you speak

Alone in the moonlight
with my naked intent

which makes the alchemy possible, this openness to the universe; you offer yourself to the moonlight freely, becoming one with it, becoming it, being moonlight. You see the moonlight in your open palm, that it is you and you are it.

In any case, thank you.

Love,

+Stevie