From: howardk@aa.wl.com
Subject: Winter Full Moon Meditation
Date: 17 Nov 93 13:00:13 -0500

I wrote the following during the moments of profound awe which
followed seeing the full moon rise.  I thought I would share it.
Read, keep, use or discard at your pleasure.

	Temperate Zone Winter Full Moon Meditation

Feel the drums pound in your blood, as waves pounding on the shore.

See the moon rising from her watery bed, rising slowly, silently into
the sky, competing with the stars for a path through the blackness,
her hair lying flowing on the waters.

Feel as her fullness climbs into the realm of the sun, laying claim to
her place.

Feel as she exerts her influence, feel as her presence pulls the
tides, the tides that made the pounding waves advance and recede along
the beach.

As she becomes fuller, she gathers the oceans to her, and releases
them, and gathers your body to her and releases it.

Feel her draw you near, and let you slip away, and draw you near again.

The waters of your body, the waters in your cells, feel her pull, as
she waxes and wanes.

Feel as the beat of the drums brings you into synchrony with the waves
that wash the shores, wash higher with every break, wash higher as she
waxes fuller and fuller.

Feel the drums pull you into her sphere, into her light, as she fills
your vision.

She grows larger and larger, her silver bathing you, draping over you,
embracing you, engulfing you.

Her silver light rolls over you, seeps into your skin, into your
veins, into your self, runs into you until you are of her, absorbed,
whole, complete in her, made of the light that is her.

Feel yourself expand as you become part of her, feel yourself begin to
feel her, as you are absorbed into her.

Her thoughts are your thoughts, her instincts your instincts.

The drumming is very faint, the rhythms of a thousand thousand life
forms, far away below you.

As you look down from the heights, see the land laid out below you,
quiet, dark, your light falling on the bare trees, the sleeping trees,
the sleeping creatures beneath them.  Smell the cool damp of autumn
leaves, now lifeless on the forest floor.

Your silver rays make cold and silent fires in the lakes. 

The world beneath is yours, safe in your care, shaped in your body,
nestled in your cool arms.  Feel the tenderness welling up inside you
as you gaze protectively upon the earth, as you sense her needs, and
feel her desires.

The rhythms of the drums slowly swell again.  

Feel yourself disengaging, gently drawing down, lightly floating back
toward the sleeping earth.

See her body, large in the sky, becoming more distant as you are drawn
back toward the drums.

Feel yourself slowly disentangle from her soft rays, as the silver
bathes your body, distinct from hers again, as the beating drums
become your life force, your beating heart, as you see her hair upon
the waters once again.

The rhythms of the drums welcome you, as you look up and see her
fullness, distant in her serenity.

See her beauty, and rejoice.


					Walking a silver path,

							Jaguar