When Time is Nevermore


No one really knows if we will wake up tomorrow to live another day; how long we have together, to love and be loved, to experience and give kindness or to share ourselves completely with another person.

To put aside our ‘should haves and regrets,’ real life always has obstacles in the way~ a debt that never seems to get paid, deadlines that seem to stretch out beyond our definition of time, heartbreaks that place fear between another chance to feel love… there are so many things we think we have to do first in order to move on.  The truth is that these obstacles are a part of our real life and they are the forthcoming foot prints along our journey.

The tendency to wait for the perfect conditions; to balance timing with convenience is the greatest tragedy in life.  It’s like waiting for that perfect rose garden to grow when all the while we could be enjoying the roses that are blooming right outside our window.

The present time has a powerful advantage over any other time that we know; it belongs to no one but ourselves.  If we choose to put it into a space, later on there will be nothing there.  If we choose to put it on hold, we will never hold it again.

Think of all the years that the Universe has graced us and know that our time together has been set and aligned within the stars.  Know that each moment is within our reach and our time has come and will pass nevermore.

© Linda Moon

Speaking in Tongues

Peter Seminck Oil 2011 Painting Surrender

We create and define words
Revise the sensations to our deeds
Our hearts become silent painters
As our minds rumble and speak in tongue.

It wasn’t the wind, the fire or the rain
That aligned our comfort with such notions
But the chanting of the unknown
Declaring our freedom to speak
In some revelation of one’s own mind.

I would rather feel the warmth of your body
Than speak ten thousand words in tongue.
I would rather rest a mint upon your tongue
And let it slowly melt into your heart
Than to pronounce or define
The syllables of my love.

© Linda Moon

Shadow Symphonies

shadowed symphonies artist unknownAmong the shadowed symphonies
Where music and light
I spread my wings
Enchanting feathers
In tune
Where darkness plays with light
Defining and everlasting
Radiant and boundless
Without imagining or wishing
I am

© Linda Moon


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Another Year Behind Us

The Shore

A year closes behind us
Imprints of our bodies no longer exist
The wind carries our words in pockets of clouds
In safe keeping of those who have spoken them.

The soft rain that sprinkled upon our shoulders
The warmth of the radiant sun that shined upon our faces
Are basking in all the colors to which I see and dream.

Where there is something, there is nothing
For this is where I exist
And the only place to capture my memories
Is in the beating sound of my heart.

© Linda Moon

Celebrating the Publication of Collections of a Sound Mind, Volume 1

Collections of a Sound Mind, Vol 1 CoverI am feeling quite blessed and grateful as I celebrate the publication of my first solo poetry book called “Collections of a Sound Mind, Volume 1.

Many souls have touched my life as I know it.  Some have passed by and taught me lessons along the way.  Many have moved on since then; leaving remnants of shadowed memories.  There are others, though, who have shared each step of this endless mountain that I have climbed and often stumbled upon ~ only to start again as painful or glorious my path has been.

They have encouraged me to move heavy boulders and loved me unconditionally when I didn’t love myself.  They have shown me how to embrace the smallest of sacred moments and to believe that all things are possible even in the darkest of times.

With this, and those words I have yet to find, I dedicate my book in loving memory of my father, my mother, my encouraging soul mate, my inspiring son and all those who have inspired my heart.  Without your unfailing faith, love and confidence while walking with me, I would not have been the kind of person I am today.

May my thoughts resonate a light upon your heart

For we are all miracles in flight…

IIlusions of the Rain

illusions of the rain

When you lay beside her
You can hear the breaking of her heart
Like the pounding rain on a red tin roof.

Her sky is packed tightly with gray clouds
In an interminable beat
That shatters unmercifully into a thousand droplets.

She displaces it
Behind a veil of duplicity
Smothering the truth of words she use to love.

She belongs to the continuum of time
Misguided on an invisible curve
Shadowed by the mist that thatches the heavens
With endless waterfalls between the lines.

She lays under each sentence
Buried in monotonous sound
Like the piping in the gutters,
Melting into an intentional flow.

She falls blindly into the marsh grass
That seeps hopelessly and without reason
Into every crevice of her teeming mind.

The rain was accusing
And annihilated her in a grave
Where everything became weary
And terrifying in its significance.

She was dispensed into wavering intentions
Exposing the discordant emotions
That delve darkness in the night
Absorbing her into the cycle illusions of the rain.

© Linda Moon


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