Full Moon July 5, 2020
Universal Liberation Moon
Before jumping to the next action
the next necessary thing, the righteous & timely,
before gridding the domino trajectory
of plunder systems failing & falling
& painting in the living manuscript of a new
brilliant mosaic of we-the-people, all-beings—
allow for the weight & discomfort to be.
This is the way in.
There is unsatisfactoriness down deep
& compacted layers of confusion
leavened by vulnerable pockets of molten
separation agony—the choir
of our most-open heart parts choke up
on the swelling pain of so much suffering.
Feeling feelings in our bodies
is how we transform poison
into practical medicine.
Deeply allowing suffering its arc is the way
to welcome everything-more-than-suffering.
The destination is as high & impermanent
as the full moon
The moon moons easily—or so it appears.
The way ways itself with our pulse
& participation, all form & non-form essential
to her fertile working.
Dark & light
are not two.
The living, loving tension
of balanced waylight
is the moon’s universe,
Poem by Qayyum Johnson
Painting by Suiko McCall. Humans Are Not the Only People, 2020. Copper oxide, chestnut skins, and salt on paper, 6×8″. suiko.art