willow tree

Full moon

More than once I’ve moon bathed

It happened last night

Alignment mattered

Old friend Menot

The window

My bed

Me

A delicate White moth of light wakes me

A washed with illumined presence

My body

Receptive

My soul

Receptive

Ah you I say

The air feels soft like water

Dappled purity dancing through me

Drowsy

I smile contentment

Swimming back to sleep