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What Does The Moon Say To You?
Do you love all your children as I love you, she asks? Do you clothe them in bright white light as I do? The light of enlightenment is passed on.
In the evening time while the flowers sleep, fairies sprinkle golden fairy dust upon their blossoms. When the bees light upon them in the morning sun, the fairy dust sticks to the bees. They fly back to the hive and share the good nourishment with the entire hive. As they all know, it’s the moon who sends the fairies to help dust the crops.
On the edge of an ancient lake a wise old crab scurries across the beach inland to escape the hot noon day sun. The sands glitter in the sunlight as tiny glassy pinpoints of light, which is actually rare golden fairy dust. As he hollows out a hole in the sand, he digs in for an afternoon siesta, under an even older willow tree. As the old crab sleeps he assimilates the knowledge of the elderly willow and beyond.
In the willow tree an owl is resting. He sits tall and high above the forest floor. He turns his head slowly left to right, waiting. He had heard this was where it was going to take place. Under the full moon, for all creation to par take the loving knowledge of a spiritual essence soon to be passed on to our collective conscientiousness.
To find this place, the owl flew many moons, many centuries, many new moons, and many generations. As he flew he gathered valuable knowledge, ancient thoughts, felt fabulous fleeting emotions, envisioned colorful energetic waves.
The waves dance across eternity giving birth to additional millions. Beautiful energetic waves find their way to our dimension through loving thought patterns. As in the ever and always, there is yet another hopeful soul eager to learn and love. All is, as is once again in life, we are grateful and thank you, Mother moon for your guidance. All of life is found again in eternal harmony.
Call The Moon Child
Dancing in the shallows of a river
Lonely moon child
Dreaming in the shadow
Of the willow.
Talking to the trees of the
Sleeping on the steps of a fountain
Waving silver wands to the
Waiting for the sun on the mountain.
She's a moon child
Gathering the flowers in a garden.
Lovely moon child
Drifting on the echoes of the hours.
Sailing on the wind
In a milk white gown
Dropping circle stones on a sun dial
Playing hide and seek
With the ghosts of dawn
Waiting for a smile from a sun child
Songwriters: Robert Fripp / Peter John Sinfield / Greg Lake / Ian Mcdonald / Michael Rex Giles
Moonchild (Including (A) The Dream (B) The Illusion) lyrics © E.g. Music Ltd., E.g. Music Publr. Ltd., Mud Drum Music, Universal Music-careers, Universal Music-careers Obo "eg Music, Ltd."
© 2020 Laurie S Novak