The Sun and the Moon

The sun woke up and life was clear.  Everything was as it seems, in open sight.  Clear to see what to do and how to progress. 

And then the darkness comes, to succumb all that is over the land.  Shadows cast over what is new and old alike.  When there is no practical sun to shine on your fragile mind, you are left vulnerable to the naked pool of darkness.

But then, just when you can't stand the darkness, the moon rises.  And the moon gently talks to your soul and tells it what it needs.  That it wants freedom to love, freedom to act, and wants to be able to do what it longs for: to experience life to the fullest.

But then the practical sun rises again and life is black and white and full or rules.  Right and wrong, good and evil, yin and yang. Full of choice but restricted to act on desire.  Holding back the emotion of love. 

Until the sun sets again and casts twilight grey shadows on the strict and rigid landscape.  When things are neither right nor wrong, they just are.  When we get a short glimpse into other realms.  For that very short moment, all alternate realities are one and possibilities stream into our world.   Until it is so dark that the light is no longer visible, and the landscape is silent, calm and ready.

And when the moon comes again, it is time to dance, time for boundless and free expression, given over to passion, acceptance and love.  Romantic moon, ready to blossom.  Embrace the moon and its offering of love, of passion and lust.

That is the nature of conversations of love.