Grandmother moon
hides her face from her children
Plunging them into darkness
immersing them in the void
of their souls.
Without her light
we see the truth
about ourselves
and the world
we have created.
Time to go within-
alone and in the dark.
to embrace the death
of the illusions created
To clear the garden of our life
and prepare it to receive
the seed of Creation
Preparing a new and fertle place
to plant our dreams
and water them with our tears.
Marianne Goldweber
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