Waning Gibbous Moon | The Mystics Call for Distance

Poetry. Moonology. Mystics.

EMPTY with the Gibbous Moon. The sages call for distance.
​Separation for clear vision. Space to glean perspective.
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Distance, distance, distance yourself. Without bitterness or resistance.
Just to gaze awhile, softly releasing and reflective.
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Just to stand a pace away to see the broader view—the emotional fluctuations and the vast miracle that surrounds you.
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The wild, wild miracle of being as it surges from the stars above...from the soils below.
Distance your self from the spectacle; empty, empty, letting go—because space makes the heart grow fonder.
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Empty with the Gibbous Moon. The mystics call for distance.
Distance breeds desire, they say. Desire to be near.
Passionate longing to know—to see, to touch, to hear.
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Just to stand a pace away. To realize (to remember):
YOU BELONG HERE.