... a gemini moon in the midst of pandemics strewn with confetti that i stuffed like a pinnetto... blinding myself and spinning till i fall into the tracks and get swept just in the nick of time by an N train to astoria... home if home is familiarity and safety and a sense of cultural norm... although the cultural mores are mismatched... there is a general vibrancy to voices that vary in tone and rarely reach a decibel of outrageous discontent...
...this gemini 2020 moon... the last before another finish line i keep from babysitting frankie and paul and other kids of friends who trust that they'll be fine when i'm reading a novel of worst case scenarios... including the accidental drowning of a 2 year old...
...this moon... by the time it set above my head like a sunflower hidden by a bush of cropped cedar... i'd already spent most of the mornings crying for slain bodies and hurt and enraged voices and aquiesceing and suppressed ones... and hegemonically accommodating ones... and cried about the extent of our separation and seperationisms and the celebration of this...
...today... this full moon... yesterday... water... ethereal melissa invited me to her full moon gathering - a celebration of water... afterall everything is water... isn't it?... she asked... rhetoric... reflective... yes...
...yes was the resounding response throughout my day... after fleeing the plantation of cyber-duties... in remote incarceration... as my fast became more meaningful by the pull of water... after completing duties in staples...
...walked to the water... in the rain... soaked in the rain... absorbed the clouds overhead... the cleansing of tears from the firmament... stood in the rain as i watched the waves in their brilliance by the east river in sculpture park...
...tears... water she said... rain... east river... water fast...
...what does it mean?... to focus on the universal... the one drop that stays in Connection to the Ocean it emerged from... the Love Supreme... to flow with Your Truth... instead of getting stopped by fears... by the mundane... by mondays and 9-5's...
...i wonder...
...this full moon... one moon after ramadhan in which, unlike previous ramadhans where i experience a withdrawal, a sadness for the community love during the month... i kept up with soem habits built during the month... praying 4 times a day... reading Qur'an... reflecting on it...
...this full moon... i want to be water with my offerings... values... Truth... by doing one thing and letting this one thing be everything else... perhaps... this month... that is yoga...
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