My Moontime Whispers
Listen to the wind blow
It knows no boundaries, simply flows
It caresses gently branches bending
This whirling frenzy feels unending.
Can this breeze whisper to my soul:
“Give in to what you feel, let all resistance go.”
Carry me away
So I disappear
To a distant shore
Where I know no fear.
Variety is the spice of life they say
But what if for the moment variety isn’t your way?
How does one capture the essence of one’s desires
Without the pain of wanting but with all the passion of fire?
They say during our moontime, flows strong inner wisdom,
I don’t really feel it at all
The touch of the earth that breaks my fall.
Fall into what you ask?
What must I monthly this time face?
I just cannot see a way through this
Unless I am blessed by an Angel’s kiss.
If I want more, less changes
Can we please rearrange this?
It seems humanly impossible
How can I want less?
I know what your trying to say
Enjoy what you have, enjoy each day.
But is this it? Show me how to love my day!
My mind fights,
Fights this seemingly empty life.
If my mind had its way
My life would be full of adventure and play.
The play that it yearns for each and every day,
Travel, friendships, busy full long hours,
Not simply nature, birds and flowers.
Where’s the excitement in nature?
Where’s the drama and comaraderie of solitudal ways?
Not enough activity to fill up every single minute of every single day.
My mind fears the void
The empty place inside
Where there is no activity or action
Where it may fill the time and hide.
Stillness and quiet moments
To the horror of the mind
Seem almost like torture at least a tad unkind.
Theres nothing to fall back on
No grandoise thing to share
The ego has no place here and for this reason it is scared.
No boasting to be had
No activity to parade
Around the lands to those we know
It knows theres no escape.
The only thing we can do now is stay a while and wait!
Most, if not all traditions of Native American spirituality hold moon-time as a sacred time of purification during which women do not go into ceremony or use sacred objects such as pipes and feathers. Often people from Western culture see this as a disrespectful and negative stereotyping of a woman’s menstrual cycle. We traditional people do not see it this way, as moon-time is a place of honor and beauty…
This was taken from Gift From The Moon by Nicholas Noble Wolf