Moon Chalice Elixir

Moon Chalice Elixir

Moon Chalice Elixir

Moon Chalice Elixir

Palace of Golden Egg Heart Sun Womb Hearth

Moonglow of the nakeding of Autumn

Adorned with rings and rays and exquisite cloud garments

I ride in the approaching encroaching night wondering if what I see, hear, and feel is real

‘Tis the time of shadows and winds working and weaving their way within
'Tis the time of dancing leaves,
corpses of the fresh summer gone, playfully haunt the gates to 
   the desolate barren grey and brown of snowy silence 

We long for the comforts of full bellies and blankets and story buzz

Prince and Princess in union fill the dusk sea above the hill as mist paints the valley floor

This union is a gate, a gate-tree worm hole to anywhere

Their wane will witness the fates of the fallen,

The fallen gems that once rested in the green peace of summer

This wheel will take us to the tree, the gate, the cup, where the red and white unite

Silvery watery clear crystal rays

These are the waves of the unknown sea that calls us ever one by one
These are the subtle matter of light elves and the shimmer of bodies of light 

Perhaps our fierce gaze of attention can see it coming and be aware of the journey

Planes once only imagined become possible amidst our confusion and expectation

How well then will have fear and hope served us?

They cloud our kindness chance as thick veils

Better to wear untargeted the thin flowing garments of awakened friendliness

To stand cheerfully aware at the bow of the ship ready to aid the unfortunate blind

Dawn and dusk hide the stars

The Moon Lord ever in union with the Lady of Light

They dwell here alone in the Sky of Dawn and Dusk

Only later come their children the stars

Lotus Muck feeds the food of the gods

Moon Glow extracts the essence

And swoon and stumble even the gods in their immortal attitudes

The Middle Way is neutral and without affiliation.

Balance without partiality and preference

Only Love has Meaning

All else is the confusion of chasing the happiness we strangely crave

Writhing serpent dance of ecstasy stretches o’er the heavens adorning the center of night

Tossing and turning to and fro in pain and joy are we

Ever waxing and waning between wanting and not-wanting

Our Nemesis, our Goddess of Change, Painful Justice, Our Maat of Truth

She longs to embrace us and break us,

   of our bonds of habit-fear and habit-hope, of yes and no, of attraction and repulsion

Whatever happens happens