yearning for moontime (poem)

the pain and unmet desire of my heart are so strong, they might as well crush me into pieces. feelings so intense, every fiber of my body aches.

moontime. please.
don’t make me wait much longer.
come set me free and gently carry me into dreamtime, where time and space no longer exist.

moontime.
my shell, my shelter and safe place. where i can withdraw from the noise of the world and dive into unknown, yet familiar territories.

moontime.
my merciless teacher. who calls me into discipline. who demands i sit with my every emotion. who challenges me to conquer my fears and look into the mirror to face whatever comes up with courage.

moontime.
my nurturing mother. who guides me on my fall deep down into the void, where i land softly in the darkness of my womb. where i become one with my source, my knowing, my roots, my truth. so i always remember who i am.

moontime.
my sacred space, my fountain of youth, my treasure chest. where i connect with my very essence, where my soul is replenished and my cup is filled again with the gifts of love, power, insight, vision and intention.

moontime.
my ruthless disillusionist. uncovering all that isn’t true and beautiful, burning everything that no longer serves me. calling me to shed my old, suffocating skin.
inviting me to stretch, expand and grow. so i can be in flow again.

moontime. please.
don’t make me wait much longer. this heartache is becoming unbearable and i need to return home to your intuitive wisdom, eternal patience and consoling silence.

moontime.
my sweet relief, my monthly death. the time where i can release it all. where everything dissolves, resolves and i’m born anew.

each month, like a phoenix from the ashes, i rise again.
each time, stronger, wiser and more humble.

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