Pearls under the Full Moon

The world is an oyster.

Pearls are growing

inside.

Let go –

and let them shine

under the full moon.

 

Almost midnight. I sink deeper.

Into a maw full of cold dark water.

Naked. There is nothing to hide.

A kiss. A soft touch. Bliss

is floating in the river

of love

under the full moon.

 

All trees, including me,

standing rooted in the snow.

A circle of eyes watching in awe

the birth in slow-motion.

Hair and leaves dance in the wind,

swaying softly back and forth, we are

spellbound

under the full moon.

 

Treetops bite like black teeth

into the violet sky.

Five furry pairs of ears listening

to the white silence.

Breath is breathing me,

surfing on the runners of the sled.

Six hearts united in relaxation.

All boundaries are gone

under the full moon.

 

Poem by Rachana

Photo by Raahi 

 

 

Rachana loves trees and snow and dogs. After long travels she now lives in Hedalen. Being a sannyasin gives her the love and the energy to be creative and make life more beautiful.

 

 

 

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