Moonlight is my favorite kind. The sky is so dense tonight. Dense and clear and so so open. And the moon is so perfectly placed within it. As if it were a round sticker, lovingly pressed upon a vast stretch of satin canvas. Once pressed there light was released. But light hardly seems like the right word. It is...more delicate, and yet more present than normal light. I feel I could collect it in my hand, gently brush it up and create individual beams, or let it flow from my fingers over the earth, or simply spread it over myself so I may soak it in and become a purer form of myself. How I would love to bath in the moonlight (I will find a better term for it, I will).
Here I am, in the same geographical location but different internal place. Before I said my heart was unfolded, and I still believe that, but I think there is more to it. I think I am meeting my deeper self. By deeper I do not mean more profound. I mean more enveloped, more protected. Enveloped and protected because it is my honest self and therefore more fragile. In truth, I believe it is my soul. If I could find another word I would use it. We have kicked around the word soul. Crammed it, stretched it, and contorted it into different definitions and social truths that have left it hollow. So try and strip the word from itself and merely focus on what I am describing:
A less physical me. Instead of flesh and blood she is created from the weaving of love. She is complete truth. There is no second guessing anything. She is grounded, sure of herself, and sure of others. Omniscient almost. Not necessarily in the sense that she actually knows all, but understands the individuality of each person, the good of each person. As I said before though, she is fragile, not quite world-proof. Which is why the physical me is necessary. And why I am far from perfect. Is that how you imagine a soul? Or is that merely my definition?
Ah see I think I have found sequence in this abstract. My soul is made of moonlight. At least I feel filled with moonlight, and so that is the term I will use instead of soul.
Becoming aware of my moonlight allows me to become more aware of other people's moonlight. Sharing moonlight is wonderfully fulfilling.
Perhaps this is nonsensical, but it is what I needed to express, so I can not apologize for it.
