Stream of Consciousness 7 (4/15/14)

The moon of blood shines
On the secrets of humanity
Those considering
Smallness of being
Wandering the skies with stars
Shepherds of fields
Watching for signs in the sky
To their horror and awe
They find the moon slain
And bleeding. Darkened. Dead.
Who killed the moon?
Do not fear
It will rise again like the one
Whose light cannot diminish
And is but a reflection of greater light
We are lesser moons
AWOL constellations
Looking for permanence 
​In an ever-spinning world

 Dizzying rotations of
Being and consciousness
Spiraling out of control
Yet somehow held centered
By the great mystery
By the force which
Holds the worlds together
And keeps chaos
From exploding into oblivion
And emptying the sky
Of every stellar body

Once experienced, now known
The truth is both inside of us
And in the heavens
If we can but set our intellectual
Striving aside for a moment and
Witness the universe of the ancients
The wonder and imagination
That have been sacrificed
On the altar of one monopolizing
Brand of knowledge