Between Muse and Creation

A Meditation 🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕

☲ Fire

I come to the forge uncertain,
Yet open and keen to create,
Reaching toward some middle way
Between channeling it whole
And shunning the Source, the Fire.

☵Well

Do I come to the well to drink,
Or only to gaze at my mask?
To dive into the flow beneath,
Or bob in its shallows
Between sky and underground stream?

☰Moon

In your fullness, reflection clear.
Waxing, waning: night hugging day.
New: dark waters invoke dreamsight.
Even this pool, this small portal,
Knows the tidal tug of your arc.