The Whisper Of Sister Moon...

The Whisper Of Sister Moon... 

I call to the spirits as the drum beats hoofprints of a Spirit Horse, 

An endless canter,

North,

South,

East,

West.

Bless this journey,

Show us what you must.

I track the hoofprints over the path,

Across the small stone bridge,

Drop my bag of troubles in the babbling brook under the bridge,

Washed away.

In a forest glade I meet Charlie Raven, 

Flying at my shoulder,

I ask him where we must go.

"Up the world tree, of course." 

In an instant we're up the tree taller than any mountain,

Charlie pushes me out onto a branch.

"Now fly. Flying is just walking the branch." 

I can't see the worlds nestled in the crooks of the other branches,

Knowing they're there,

I walk to the far end of this branch,

Sister Moon a glowing silver-white orb,

Nestled in the crook of a bough.

"You know it's not real."

Her whisper speaks to my soul.

I fly to ground in a glowing world of compost with pearlescent mushrooms whose caps are over my head,

Purle glowing clouds of mushroom spores floating in the air.

I know they're the lies they try to grow.

I take a deep breath,

Blow like a bellows,

The lie spores blasted away,

And I stand upon a moonlit forest path as the horse prances to a stop.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford

© 04/26/2026

Regards,

Dan Stafford