I made an important decision
A week ago
To move to the moon.
It was surprising but not unexpected,
Given the alternatives.
My schedule experienced problems
The grass wanted to know how I would visit.
The crow was irritated
The cockroach Tsk’ed softly at my stamina.
Embarrassed, I looked behind me and around for my reflection.
I had thought I was being given weapons of war so my battle cry should win the day!
In shock I saw my armory and cried the error of my ways.
I have learned to Listen to be a Listener.
I have learned to Feel to be a Feeler.
I have become more sensitive to Sense.
I know now, what the wind was saying.
I have been given so much so I can put my armor down.
I must do the harder thing. I must
In the face of battle.
For those who cannot without being exposed –
I must conjure the vision of what can come with what’s inside of me.
This delicate dance of Listening and Feeling is so much harder than Battle
But I know my fingers and ears and heart can do.
I’m not moving to the Moon
But She and I will talk more.
That is what they say.