As I stare into the hovering Hunter Moon that hangs enormous in the night sky, I feel overtaken and subsumed. In an instant, its arrow of light pierces my being and fixes me to the earth. I am tethered to that white orb in the black sky. Even though I know that my blood surges and my synapses spark, I am totally immobilized and still. As the moon circumnavigates the planet and pulls at the oceans, it appears a stolid power in the black sky. The Hunter Moon has entranced me within his white light.
Stasis rules. The moment is pure; the light is pure. Nothing shatters or shudders. No cloud moves to foreshadow a next moment. All stimuli cease. On earth there are no fast-moving fires, no overflowing floods, no external disorders, or internal conflicts. In myself, I feel neither sorrow nor joy, neither regret nor satisfaction. The silent, sanctified light cleanses and purifies. My body, held fast to earth, is yet appended to the moon. I am a moment of light, stretched for eons, and stuck for an instant in time. My being is held balanced within a note of eternity. I thank the moon that blesses me with a moment of clear, unadulterated nothingness.
Marsha H. 10/15/22
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