Silent Moon Epiphany

Untethered, the moon hovers of its own will, growing in size, halfway between half full and full. The frost has moved east and plummeted into single digits and below zero, winds that hurt. These are dark nights, as we move toward the epiphany, as we descend from a birth in the physical to a birth in the spirit. Starting on earth and moving down toward the center where light is waiting. There should be an opening then, if the work is done adequately. The work of tearing away. The work of listening with the intention of profoundly attentive silence.