Moonlight Walk

I took a walk in the moonlight.
Stark, bright the light lit up
the dark. The snow lay on the ground,
solid, frozen, hart-to-the-foot;
white beams reflecting, stars
shining, moon smiling down.
Beams shooting, bouncing, streaming
at eyes used to blackness; waking,
illuminating, opening
with pure energy-forces ur-
gently moving inside my mind.
Scintillating, evanescent,
shifting, sweeping back and forth
to wake the cells of eye and brain,
body and skin cells that strive for light,
and thoughts appearing to manufacture their own,
and cells of blood, muscle, and bone.
Basking them in new rays reflected
from remote sun in far-off space,
which seems empty and devoid
of light, like the night until the moon
rains in to charge and churn it up.
The blackness of night delivers us
like restless thought deceive us
into believing
that behind our shuttered eyes
there is nothing.
Yet now, mind is still.
Starlight peeps in, playful,
soothing, joyful, mellow, indicating
astral realms beckoning with full
energy fields flickering slowly;
proof of huge astral world
forming, governing, reflecting, and joining
the physical, and causal worlds above.
Love brings and holds them together,
my love, and like this three-world play,
we shall not part

The Kettle Moraine

We drove out to the Kettle Moraine, you,
the wind and I. The city with its pace,
its noise, faded and dissolved into blue,
silence, stillness, beech, birch, Queen Ann’s lace,
oak, sumac, tamarack, and the waning grace
of Autumn. We saw a black-capped chickadee
dance from ironwood to pine to apple tree
and then startle a dozen spotted thrush
out onto the gray horizon. The afternoon
painted the sky pink, the pearl-colored dusk
descended. Everything grew still and cool
while we walked by the crystal marshy pool
where the acrid water stood brown and clear.
I took a stick and struck the bottom near
the bank. Stoic and massive, the limestone made
the staff sound solid in my hand. The path –
winding through the woods atop a moraine,
the round smooth stones rolling loose beneath
our tread – led us along the country
hills where we sailed our thoughts of joy and light
past the valley of the foolish dreams of night.