Ripening Moon

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The wind births all seekers.

Favorably, some remember this is so.

Listening for the wind,

pilgrims know

a gentle gust blows for those who hear,

that breezes cycle

and for each breath

the earth sighs.

When the wind changes

they pause.

How many times

have you said: 'I should have,'

'I knew I was meant to walk towards..

or walk on.'

Few are willing to invoke the burden of betrayal.

The kind that sits poised

waiting for the way we tend ourself..

leaning on outcomes

not meant for us,

desires that grow, unheeded

promises re-broken, then repeated.

Holding ourself protected

for too long,

who do we really betray

guarding the gate

of our lives.

If path crossing means traveling,

we can call on the Goddess

of full moons

to guide the way.

We know when the curves

of the moon widen,

there's a ripening.

Our own ripening may not feel so grand,

although who can know

until we let another hold up a mirror

to behold our own shining.

~Chandali PoetStory 2015