SOLITUDE

The moon, the moon, once again the moon. Sometimes I envy the other myriad sentient beings. It seems only my fellow humans are aware... ever aware of the impending advent of our demise. The moon for me sometimes is a reminder of how close my death looms. Perhaps it aids us to know that our time is limited. Perhaps it spurs us on to seek our higher selves, to move beyond the veil of mortality. Night after night. Profound solitude. I struggle with that.... my movement toward the light is accompanied by an ever-increasing sense of being alone... all, all alone. Alone on the side of the great night sea with my mother White Tara, the Maiden of the Moon.