Sunday, September 27, 2009

The Moon and its Secrets

The moon is bright before us. Before we had electricity, the moon lit the world at night. But only sometimes. She showed her full face, or just the profile as she turned away.

And yet, the moon is constantly orbiting the earth. His disappearance is an illusion. An illusion created by how much light he can catch upon his face.

The emotions change. The world around us changes. But we endure. We are still there. It looks like it is changing, but it is not. The light has long been a symbol of knowledge and enlightenment. We feel secure in our knowledge at times, and then, fall, as the light leaves us.

But still, we endure.

The constancy of the moon is not often sung – but I wish to remind us, that although she appears to leave us, she is always there. Her constancy is like a weight inside of me, grounding me to the energetic body. I feel my heart and mind coming together in understanding and acceptance.

It is the right key for me to move another step along the road.

The moon gives me acceptance of change.

It allows me to shake off the guilt of moods.

It is constant, like the pulse of the universe in my blood cells.

I accept the moon into my heart, with a smile.

I have looked upon its face with wonder at its ever changing beauty.

Change is all around us. There is nothing that sits still and is set.

Except us. We label, we name, we describe, we make a belief around the very nature of life, and then we discuss it to make sure we know what we are talking about and others also know, and if they do not, then we will teach them, the ‘right’ way. And the moon keeps changing her face. The earth keeps turning, the wind keeps blowing, the leaves keep falling, the rains keep falling, the rivers keep flowing, the birds keep singing.

Look at this link, page 25, of the chapter ‘moony’ by D. H. Lawrence.

Desperate we are, vicious in our need to assert the ‘I’. All we can do is break. And yes, when we break, the person we thought we were disappears, and someone else remains in their place.

The moon, when I feel it, is not male or female to me. So perhaps I will shift its gender depending on the context.

3 comments:

ordinary sparrow said...

Beautiful writing!

ordinary sparrow said...

Tiffany i marked this link of Women and Love, read enough of it to know i wanted to read the whole book. . .

This is D.H. Lawrence poem called Moonrise. . .

D. H. Lawrence (1885-1930)



And who has seen the moon, who has not seen
Her rise from out the chamber of the deep,
Flushed and grand and naked, as from the chamber
Of finished bridegroom, seen her rise and throw
Confession of delight upon the wave,
Littering the waves with her own superscription
Of bliss, till all her lambent beauty shakes toward us
Spread out and known at last, and we are sure
That beauty is a thing beyond the grave,
That perfect, bright experience never falls
To nothingness, and time will dim the moon
Sooner than our full consummation here
In this odd life will tarnish or pass away.

found this on the web about Moonrise. . .

It will come as no surprise to learn that D.H. Lawrence's Moonrise delivers the reader a moon in the form of a woman, rising from the ocean as if emerging from a midnight bath, Flushed and grand and naked.

Lawrence's moon appears as a life-force almost inseparable from the ocean, like an indestructible goddess that blinds all who dare linger too long in her gaze, expressed magnificently (like Keats before him) in the line, beauty is a thing beyond the grave.

The ambiguous climax of Moonrise presumes to marry the infinite stars: time will dim the moon; with the mortality of man: Sooner than our full consummation.

such beauty the Moon. .. and you my friend. . .

Tiffany said...

Thank you Sparrow,

Have you read much of Lawrence? I loved him when I was a teenager and young adult. Much to my lecturer's horror... He was so out of fashion! But he wrote of something out of reach and his search was so so so .... the same 'something'.

I haven't read much of his poetry though, and I honestly doubt I've read moonrise before. Its full love he feels, dear Lawrence. Struggling with his life, his times, his visions.

Joan, Albert's father, asked to take us to Montserrat on Sunday! How is that for perfect? Sunday morning is the full moon here. Also, Granollers is situated between Montseny and Montserrat. Not exactly, but pretty close. :) I see 'the sign' in front of me, and behind, is the dark virgin. Wahhhhh.... !!! :)

Much love -

(and photos and awareness I will take for both/all three of us)