Harvest moon

The dark forest lit bright with the light of the full moon rising over the horizon and starting it's journey across the sky. The owls hooted from one tree to another, telling of the Universes magic.

Deer run in the silvery light, watchful since they couldn't hide until it's darkness. Wolves howl their appreciation. The Ocean tide on a far off beach effected by it's full bright light.

Stars scattered, the closer ones unseen, as they got closer to the brightness of the moon, the sun of the night. Unlike the daylight sun, the moon can be stared at for hours. Further than it looks yet closer than we think.

The quiet sounds of the animals watching the full moon make it's way through the night sky. A crackling fire, dancing flames, enticing, playing with the mind.

Souls, fidgeting, watching, praying, and playing. Nobody really knows. Is it real up in the starry sky. Does it rule the stars, that spin around our planet. Does it line the other planets and aid the sun in keeping us alive. Souls awaken to it's power, dance and sing, and intend to the world's desires.

It's light glistens on the rivers as they stream on down the forest floor. Reflecting on the lakes that are hidden in the trees, little waves rippling across the surface.

The harvest moon, Falls first peek at the crisp mornings to come. The trees turning to their colorful state, releasing the old of a million beautiful masterpieces. Red, yellow, orange, green, turning brown and falling to the soft summer ground.

The forest animals begin their hoard of food, in preparation for the winter to freeze the world in silence, and keep us all inside by the comfort of our blankets, cozy blankets and hot mugs of goodness.

Each day, each new moon, creating a world that is made of magic and built just for our own experience. What are you intending? What are you asking for?

Do you believe in it's mystical powers? Have you read the stories and wrote the poems? Does it ever make you wonder what its really like to be so bright?

I could stare for hours at the sky and all it's wonders. Just as vast as the oceans depths. The Universe just one we see, Unlimited, infinite, and new, yet as old as the galaxies that we've never seen before. What has walked there we don't know, no matter how much we do.

Open your eyes and take a look at the perfect orb of light. Some say it looks like cheese, I'm not sure about that, I suppose there is a reason they say that. I choose to see it's beauty, it's shadows and contours.

I set all my intentions, write down what I must let go. Forgive and forget the tragedies my heart has overcome. Loving is okay, learning is expected, fold the old into a little mound of paper and tell the moon to take it away across the sky.

Light it on fire and watch the flames dance across the page, release the old, and like the forest trees make room for new. A new month will start tomorrow and we'll only see a sliver of silver in the sky, leading the way each night, stars glistening in the eerie darkness of a world we used to know.

One day we'll realize the importance of the universe and it's hidden magic all around. The harvest moon an indication that we are not alone here.

The moon has been inspiration to so many of our souls. We track it's progress through the month, we can find our way home by the direction it gives, and we can get ourselves back where we need to be by it's light.

The moon has been painted, watched, written about, dreamed about, walked on by some they say, not real is what others say. Mysterious and wonderous, and frightening all in one.

We take pictures and claim we truly care. We try and capture all it's magic, we charge our souls pure light. Our crystals glisten under it's pure light, and it crackles it's energy toward the rocks.

The moon, who hasn't stared just once in their long lifetime. I've loved it forever, the stars, the moon, and mother earth. Keeps me wondering about the other worlds, the other family and friends that are out there somewhere, further than the pure light of the moon our planet sees.

Each and every soul, has it's own perception. Some don't really care, some go crazy with no comprehension of why. We blame the moon for lots of things but really, it's all part of the intricate song we sing, the floating dance that keeps us moving on.

Intentions are made, they are said and written. They are burned under the light of full harvest moon like a spell cast by a witch of the night. The flame dancing across the words that are written turning the paper to ash and the intention to a spell.

Close your eyes and feel your soul agree, believe the words that burn in the light of the full harvest moon as the seasons change, and temperatures drop to cool.

Each and every day that passes brings us closer to the end of another year. We take it all for granted. Dance and sing and always know that soon there will be another. Believe in magic and it will believe in you.