The moon awoke from a long slumber,
Shifted slightly and opened her eyes
To the countenance of the resplendent sun
Who looked at her intently, tenderly.
A timeless, eternal, loving gaze.
Mired in loneliness and doubt
Yet, steadily casting her gentle, feeble glow,
She had wallowed for ages
Hiding from this steadfast, brilliant presence
Of infinite grace - strong and fierce.
Now that she was awake and willing
Fervid warmth and light enlivened her,
Softly touching those deep crevices
That housed old, long-forgotten hurts
Born of ignorance.
The touch that caressed, slowly warmed,
Sweetly scorched away the encumbrances
Until she was aglow and rapt with
The awareness of this boundless attention
That made her tremble with the
Consciousness of her own fullness.
As she was one with the sun.
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