Under the Half Moon

Between here and there, betwixt and between, in the limbo of the interstice, you make your way toward that part of you that is the beloved. She has delivered the news that things will not be what you hoped and you have been freed to resume the real work of becoming without the comfort of arriving. So be it. The work is to deepen, to find the compassion hiding in the space between the notes, the white between the words. It is there, beloved,  that you find the answer, the one that you will never possess because she is not form, but energy. She is love, beloved, and it is your work to infuse that into your actions, your thoughts, and your words. Only then will you find the peace that comes from searching with the commitment of every cell of you, nothing held in reserve, nothing held in reluctance, all served up and added to the burning furnace of now or never.