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What Sol gave Luna, Luna gave Sol, & They gave Gaia

Details: Monday, 15 April 2024; Written by Eve Moore; Views: 2501

What Sol gave Luna,
Luna gave Sol, &
They gave Gaia

Just one week ago,

though time is new

now as never

before.

Sunbeams bathing

Mother Earth, day

clear, blue, vast.

So warm and

welcoming.

So unusual for

the time of

year, the

newness

of spring,

the nature

of New England.

As Luna drew near

this incandescence,

per their time to

rendezvous,

so did we all.

To dance,

however invisible

to naked eyes, as it

appeared these two

heavenly ones stood

perfectly still before

each other for

a spell.

To spin in one

another's path,

like those of us

who heeded the

call to partake.

Luna, a moth,

moving before Sol,

bringing her whole self

to his luminous flame, letting

the convex of her dark side be

seen, held, appreciated for

the sphere of its beauty,

its depths, its wisdoms,

by Gaia — for her,

and all dwelling

upon her.

Drawn to this union

by forces far beyond

spectacle — even if it

was what compelled so

many, for the gravitational

pull was great, and the tide

of life brought to this, their

encounter was a rip in the

frayed fabric of norm —

we ventured north

to the mountains

to gaze upon

our heavens.

Upon our

moon eclipsing

our sun.

A mere trick

of the eye,

this totality.

For though she

began to appear as

large as our sun, this

mighty star illuminating

the milk of our way showed

how colossal is his blaze,

for even just a sliver of

his light peeking round

her full form cast

what seemed

to be still

quite a

sunny

day.

Until,

in a

flash,

it went

dark.

A moment

drawing gasps

of utter awe, as

all then fell into

unexpected

silence.

Reverential.

Holy.

A twilight so otherworldly

befell the glacial catch of

emerald waters we

perched before —

entranced.

Even Gaia seemed

to stop spinning for

this moment, just to

watch her skies.

As her moon, wellspring

of life in her orbit, keeping

her axis, the lushness of her garden,

was seeded with a brand

new aliveness, ever

the gift of our

sun's shine.

Allowing herself,

and all she reflects, casts,

holds, even her long shadow,

to feel from, in, places

beyond thought,

and deep

within

it.

This, this is

the gift bestowed

in the magic

seeds.

Burned

open, like

the lodgepole

pine, the eucalyptus,

to germinate

new life.

For on parting

this remote and cosmic

shoreline, making our way

amidst the millions, all roads

were at standstills for long,

n'er-before-experienced

lengths of time.

Crossing from the Green to White

alpine heights, trickling down

dense forests, back roads,

no cell service to guide

our way, strands of

rubies glittered the

mountain passes

as far as the eye

could see, and

not a single horn

was sounded, not

a single alarm,

nor accident or

incident, all with

out necessity of

enforcement,

all of us still

under the

sway of

what we'd

played a

mere

part.

Union.

For we

converged

harmoniously,

tolerantly, cooperating

with one another, peaceably,

astoundingly, as tired and

"in the dark" as we

all were, to make

our way there,

and home.

A fusion of

male and female

energies palpable

in this extraordinary

divinely attuned

humanity.

A terrestrial

phenom equal to

the astronomical

phenomenon

we'd just

witnessed.

Even as

a return trip

that clocks

3.5 hours

took 9.

And we

are still

humming

with the

marvel of

fresh light

bestowed.

Once in a life,

this time was,

is, and ever

shall be

timeless.

And the

warping and

and wefting of

humankind will

never be the

same again.

∞|∞

Eve Moore: Once a professional writer of advertising, I saw the light & it has shown me words of a different nature. And so I take them down & offer them up. And all is well.

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