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The cycle of our moon's phases serve to teach us an important lesson in the realm of the heart…

The lesson is that of the fullness and beauty of giving and receiving. She moves through her lunar flow with the greatest of ease and regularity; seamlessly and gently undergoing her daily metamorphosis with wordless grace.

In doing so she imparts her secret lesson: We cannot keep enfolded in our arms so many gifts without—having reached the fullness of gratitude—continue the dance and release. The time then arrives to open our arms and cast wide the net of blessings for others to receive.

The Great Lesson of the Moon Goddess
by Vrinda Aguilera

Ebb and flow
Ebb and flow
Wax and wane
Wax and wane

The rhythms of the moon queen
Each day she edges a slice more towards wholeness
Wordlessly, without complaint she paints in her sphere
With poise and grace she hovers
Her eyes opening, seeing

Her journey to fullness pushes and pulls
A force that emanates on the female bodies of waters on earth's surfaces
Echoed in the swell of waves and tides of Mother Ocean
The cycle of women's hormonal ebb and flow

Ebb and flow
Ebb and flow
Wax and wane
Wax and wane

Until our Moon Goddess reaches her full ripeness
A glistening sky pearl, jewel of the heavens
The cloudy night skies that have enfolded her
Gather their shadowy drapes and part
Revealing her cooling splendor

She glistens, shines, giving audience to us below
The living, sentient beings who drink in her beauty and wonder
Misty, cooling mother,
We offer reverence to your splendor

Then, the momentary pause of breath half held on the inhale
The inevitable exhale descends, following on its tail
For anything alive is never stagnant
Yet swims through its own cycle of dynamic evolution
The great lesson continues...

Vrinda Aguilera is a Montessori trained primary school teacher, an intuitive energy healer, a closet poet, and practitioner of bhakti-yoga. She is passionate about supporting women on their spiritual journey and is an experienced life-coach. She lives in rural Florida with her husband and three children where she blossoms in the experience of mothering. You may connect with her by e-mailing her at:

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