Hunter's Moon
Early December, dusk, and the sky
slips down the rungs of its blue
ladder
into indigo. A late-quarter moon
hangs
in the air above the ridge like a
broken plate
and shines on us all, on the new
deputy
almost asleep in his four-by-four,
lulled by the crackling song of the
dispatcher,
on the bartender, slowly wiping a
glass
and racking it, one eye checking the
game.
It shines down on the fox’s red and
grey life,
as he stills, a shadow beside
someone’s gate,
listening to winter. Its pale gaze
caresses
the lovers, curled together under a
quilt,
dreaming alone, and shines on the
scattered
ashes of terrible fires, on the owl’s
black flight,
on the whelks, on the murmuring kelp,
on the whale that washed up six weeks
ago
at the base of the dunes, and it
shines
on the backhoe that buried her.
Molly Fisk
MULUC
Kin 189: Red Resonant Moon
I channel in order to purify
Inspiring flow
I seal the process of universal water
\\\With the resonant tone of attunement
I am guided by the power of birth
I am a galactic activation portal
Enter me.
We are in a process of cosmic memory retrieval.*
*Star Traveler's 13 Moon Almanac of Synchronicity, Galactic Research Institute, Law of Time Press, Ashland, Oregon, 2014-2015.
Manipura Chakra
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