Soul Journey

As I walked outside in the early morning light,
the moon was hanging in the western sky,
full and shiny.

Ah, I thought.
Maybe that's it.

I've been feeling particularly open
the past few days;
feeling tender and raw as if I'm taking on
some secret sadness from unknown sources.

Sensing that I'm wide open psychic-ly
and not particularly well shielded.

Feeling mutable and changeable
as if the slightest breeze
will alter the way things look to me forever.

"Mutable" copyright 2009 Meri Arnett-Kremian.

If, as I've been told,
this wander I'm going on starting in mid-week
will alter me in profound ways I can't anticipate,

the cycles of the moon,
the wind ruffling the water's surface,
the feeling of tenderness for the suffering in the world
and a sense of being on the cusp
of something too big to grasp with my mind

are probably all part of the travel package.

A little preview,
so to speak.

Soul Journey.

All aboard. . . . .