mother moon

i lie in bed, 

somewhere between wake and sleep, 

thought and dream.

here, 

in whatever here is,

i find a clarity inaccessible to my waking mind.

through the window the moon is staring in at me as i stare back out at it,

and i feel a tranquil energy wash over and into me.

safe,

i am safe.

it is like a mother smiling down into the face of her newborn,

speaking softly as she cradles it in warm and loving arms,

and the sensation of being both mother and child, self and moon.

there is no time or distance or place.

i am everything and nothing,

and they are me.

as the sun rises to light the day,

i wake into obscurity once again.