Full moon morn

Today the moon is full,

My heart open and the

World speaking to me in

Her tongues. The digits

On the clock, the wayward

Feather on the ground, the

Stick a-lined up on the

Wall. The kookaburra calling

Her morning welcome call as the

Sun breaks early morning chill.

Is good. This life is good,

This wandering good, these

Soul searched depths

They are good.

What they bring is

For what is to come,

Has been, all at once

And the same

Makes no sense to talk

Of past, present or

Future, all are one at

The same time,

What will be already

Is and has been.

Let the moonlight peek

Through the veil, let the

Slowly settling depths be

Revealed, bring the

Truths that linger, the

Ancient soul, ancient and

Immemorial,

Beyond time.

Let that

Shine forth from the

Dusty depths. 

It's wisdom, knowing, 

Understanding that

It, too, will be

Visible again

Forever.

Sumptuous delights of

Connected to the

All, the forever in every

Moment, the warbled wonder

Sun speckled delight

Eternal glory.

God in the highest

Never was outside.

An inside job,

This entity is in all

For all, creating

All.