Polishing My Shadow
-A Poem-

They are sisters
The Moon and my Shadow 

They live on the road to wholeness
Where heights illumine dry soil 
And subterraneous cracks store hidden waters

Gather your healing balms
Gather your scrubs made of the original stones
Ground them together and burnish the shadow

Bring her to Moon’s light and see her loving work 
Bring the cleaning of the shadow into daily ritual
With practice and consistency
Alchemy finds a valuable friend

She is willing and waiting 
to share her substance ©

Full Moon Tonight