Shadow Blessings Moon
Full Moon December 18, 2021
What a blessing to have a moon.
What a blessing to have a celestial body
that moves & changes every moment
just like us, just like us.
Right now I do not know anything.
It is daylight & the white-blue horizon
hosts an atmosphere of wind
out of air, space; in to air, space.
I see & feel proof of unimaginable blessings—
& also my fear, a small complexity of shadow
stippled & hunkered beneath a lime tree
decorated in fruit & spider silk.
The yearning for something true
three white egrets
in & out of view
seed-heavy grasses waving below.
The blessing of the moon
calls us out of the self-bound labyrinth,
to contrast the light of awareness
with shadows of insight.
Remember the moon is there, that’s good.
And also go into the dark outside tonight. Bless yourself.
A simple plan for an innocent fool
to set the small identity aside:
Make a date with the sky.
The blessing of continuance.
The blessing of fertile absence.
The blessing of ceaseless transformation.
Belonging to both light & the shadow cast.
Poem by Qayyum Johnson.
Painting by Suiko McCall. You Cannot Hinder Enlightenment, 2021. Ink on Yupo, 9.5 x 9″. Available at suiko.art.