SMILE IN THE SKY

            The moon is the queen of love when the queen of love isn’t with you.  It makes a lot more sense to be with a real queen of love than the moon.  I would much rather make a real woman swoon than spend all night staring at the moon.

            I went all the way across my country and south of the border to the pyramid to feel the poetic love message before traveling to Puebla where I witnessed the first solstice lunar eclipse in over 300 years (7:33).  It smiled as wide as a smile can be.  We waited on the streets in groups that thinned, but those of us who kept the faith got to be with the beauty.

        The moon has been doing its thing long before I got here, but it’s always there if I’m willing to (611) care to stare up there.  When I left home across the Atlantic Ocean to India, the full moon was with me the entire time.  And when I was alone in heaven in the Himalaya, the moon smiled in the sky.  And when I was on the Golden Summit Buddhist mountain after the storm, the clouds parted and she filled the sky, reflecting the light of the source, reminding me it’s always there and always cares.  But it doesn’t matter how much I see the moon.  I am a man with a mind and a heart and a body and I can share those with humans no matter the synchronicity or the poetry.  What matters is how I see them and read the latter as maps to love, not the other way around.  Tonight the moon smiles above the city.  It’s (61) a great day to be able to say whatever I want to say.  More is (777) on the way.