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The Moon.
I lay here in the cold wet grass and stare intently
at the Moon. I become entranced as the crickets
sing their age old song. Thoughts and images flash
through my mind. I'm a little girl who has fallen ill,
a heart broken lover with tear stained cheeks, a tired
warrior resting by a fire, a man in an environmental suit,
a stalker just outside a house. This keeps happening as
I become one person after another from all aspects of
the world - past, present and future. I then realize that all these people looked upon or will look upon this very Moon at their most critical point in their life. The Moon - the one thing that has witnessed the secrets of the night.
The Moon a quiet writer of the events that unfold beneath It reflects upon Its face. The moon starts to get larger and larger until I realize that it's not getting larger rather that my soul is floating closer to it.
I realize now that my physical self has expired and I no
longer feel the wet grass nor hear the Song of the crickets. I merge with the Moon and feel that their are
others with me. I cannot see them but I sense them.
My view shifts from the Moon back toward the Earth.
I am at peace. I see everything - the past, present and future. I see the creation, the existence and the extinction of what the Moon has seen and will see. I even see my shell upon the wet grass. I realize what I and the others are doing here....we are waiting for The
Story to end.
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