The moon rise slides into place . It’s light inviting and inspiring . It commands your energy into new and ancient places . Is it deep sleep or restlessness that it brings ? It’s glow could you bring you home some night . And to a home that seemed vaguely absent it may help you to meet once again . On those rare nights when it catches hold of you , when you didn’t see it coming , and it takes one of your breathes away and you loose the insignificance bits . In that second there is freedom . Illumination in degrees is , at times , surprising . It may be necessary to decide to welcome the bright light and it’s warmth . It is there waiting to know your soul’s answer is yes . Yes to ancient light from stars long gone and yes to steering along a path set in motion when your first breath had begun .