Dark Moon
Silent moon, ghost moon, shadow moon. The Dark Moon casts its light on the otherworld and so we can step through to that world. All is permeable now, a rich black sea through which to move and flow. As you are reborn from the primordial waters, the foaming, crashing waves, the world begins to lighten with your darkness. Stars begin to fade into the firmament and the seas turn and bow at your arrival.
There is a taste in the air of shadow melting, ancient silver blackened as the cycle spins. You are winter; you are night; you are death, the final release into sweet and blessed rest that sets aside space and time before the coming of spring, the dawn, the rebirth. Your gifts are plentiful and those who choose to bask in them will find themselves renewed, reborn, complete and whole, gleaming with the deep knowledge that comes after dissolving into darkness. In winter you rule nights long and unending, frost-kissed and sharp, filled with star and cloud. In the summer you rule nights hot and balmy, scented with the heady fragrances of love and honeysuckle.
Your presence is felt rather than seen, those who know you track your emptiness across the wide open sky, dancing silently with the sun. The celestial dance of molten gold and tarnished silver, intimate, wild, predictable and yet thoroughly untameable. The wonders you see as you dance in the void, spinning and circling above our Matir Werito, our Mother Earth. Glowing sapphire and emerald beneath your swaying dance, you honour her, you honour us.
Guide us into the depths where no light shines, be our guides into nothingness, help us to release and break apart sweetly, piece by piece, drifting away. Gone, returned to ourselves, ready to be reborn. Each turn of the cycle you are the nadir, resting before being rebirthed into our skies, full of hope and growing strength and light. Potential simmers deep in your silence, in your depth. Unseen you guide our steps downwards, deep into the abyss, the warm dark womb of our mother.
© Elena Tornberg-Lennox 2022