That big, fat ball of cheese in the sky….
The moon is just a mirror. It doesn’t give off its own light, it merely reflects that which is projected towards it.
The moon is just a big, fat mirror in the sky that has been hanging there in the sky for umpteen gazillion years reflecting back to us our every move, our every emotion, our every desire.
2017 has been just a tiny, itty bitty blip in the long, long history of what the moon has been reflecting to us. It’s just a mirror. Like any mirror, it doesn’t care about what we bitch about. It doesn’t care about our frustrations or abominations or calculations or confrontations or insinuations or infuriations or salutations or configurations or exploitations or habituations or addictions or hallucinations or medications or hesitations or meditations or our spiritual germinations.
It’s just a freaking mirror. Mirrors don’t talk. They merely reflect that which is expressed. They merely expose that which we don’t want to look at.
The moon may possibly wonder why more people don’t gaze upon it. What do people not want to see in the mirror? What are they afraid to acknowledge? What are they afraid that they WON’T see? What are they afraid to learn?
The moon is a mirror shoved into everyone’s face.
How often do you look in the mirror?
How often do you bathe in moonlight?
How often do you howl at the moon?
How often does the moon howl back?
The moon is just a mirror dying to reflect that which we see in ourselves.
How often do we look at the moon? And what do we see?
And how often do we thank the moon for lighting our path?
How often do we fall asleep with moonlight shining down upon us through our bedroom window?
