Under A Watching Moon
A poem about spiritual growth
It’s all over the place, every opportunity an upsell.
Things a guise for safety.
Though objects are but placebos,
and we wish someone knows us under a watching moon.
If only, we think, if only, we strive,
and despite all the Six of Wands,
we still, we still, we still wish someone knows us.
Our own hearts are our greatest wilderness.
And if the wild is defined as what’s uncertain, then all of life is. The “out there” is “in here”.
I had thought I had to go somewhere, where all along, among Hecate’s crossroads, I just needed to choose where I already am.
Mimi
Animist spirit medium + occult practitioner
PS. Learn more about my book of Tea poems, written during an artist’s residency at Banff Centre.