Candle Flame Moon
New Moon October 14, 2023
Ritual comes unbidden to the blank.
There’s a small opening in the fortress
a clear spring, an oak, a swing
traces of pleasure without aim
just this particular body in this time
a moment ripe for awakening
so, the flickered moon.
Or a poppy’s papery petals.
Palo Santo traces by a bookshelf
stacked with words channeling ritual
their writing a ceremony you re-perform
in silence & with furrowed soul
here is traction for the journey
here is the next element.
Each leaf of bamboo is painted in a single stroke.
Or muddied upon reflection.
Moon of burning life. Moon of the un-stagnant.
Moon of the brave, the curious, the vulnerable
acters-out of new cultural moves who worship beauty
in the mountains & gardens & spirit radios.
Moon of mud. Moon of melt
& quarrelsome inner dialogue.
Moonlight on all of us—outshining
seducing intention, casting spells of renewal.
Each of us wanders eventually into uncharted range
& writes a text one can never erase, opens ourself.
The opening is to art, to creation, to love—
a feeling of never-again.
Peace is possible.
Poem by Qayyum Johnson
Painting by Suiko McCall. A Moment Ripe for Awakening, 2023. Ink on Yupo. Available as a print at suiko.art.