Have you learned nothing from my waxing and waning,
the ebb and flow of tides,
the beacon of light in the night sky,
my eternal gift to you?
Fullness is transient, temporary;
what ripens dissolves, re-emerges in time;
the cycle continues unabated.
I dwell in the realms of magic, mysticism, and manifestation.
Your earliest peoples understood the wisdom I embody;
even now women bleed in tune with this rhythm.
There is more to life than untapped acquisition, constant yearning.
Though astronauts tried to conquer me, claim me for their own,
I am inviolable, sovereign, un-tame-able.
No mere satellite, I complete you, remind you,
like your poets and songwriters, that love prevails,
bathes everything in moonlight, stardust, hope.
Pay attention now,
the beginning, middle, and end always repeat,
a reminder that everything is cyclical, everything is love,
light and dark are twin sisters, bound by breath and heart and soul,
as you and I are bound.
Together, we can help the amnesiacs remember,
lay down their swords, their guns, their bombs,
cease their wars,
reunite them with the natural order,
the phases of life
the blessings of connection
the mysteries of the cosmos,
the essence of all that is
and ever will be.