Essence of the Moon

Underneath the surface of the moon,

underneath the dust and the craters,

underneath the blubbering tears

and waves of emotion,

there is the essence of the moon.  

It is more sacred than you or I

will ever know, and yet it is in all

of us, this essence of the moon.  

As we look deep into our hearts,

as we reflect within during moments

of great turbulence, as we hunger

with want and desire and raw sexual

cravings, it is there, the essence of the moon.  

It is like a lunar flashlight undercover.  

It is like a raspberry bush

where each berry is a small moon

that ripens and readies itself to be plucked

in the garden of the heart.  

The small moons grow at the tip of each stem,

waxing and waning with the seasons:

this is the essence of the moon.  

It is like a pearl at the bottom of the ocean

and I am like a new diver, searching,

searching for the wisdom of its moonlight.