Tuesday, January 21, 2020


In the cool dark cave lives the moon in my heart.
Like drops of crystals her light falls,
one small glimpse of her life at a time.
In one small drop I live
an aeon of her ancient cycle of being.
There is a crater and a lake,
and a shrine where the secret of the Moon dwells.
On certain nights when the sea
rises to meet the Moon of the cavern,
the tide swells and spins,
and the waters churn forming an abyss
for the Moon to descend and dive in the heart of the restless sea.
A silver obelisk melts
and the light spreads over the gentle ripples.

Sushama Karnik
Nov 7, 2017


Thanks, Bong Ferrer for the image
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