I have conferred with the Moon. I am not sure if the conversation ever necessarily ended; or, rather, if she ever stopped speaking to me. I am certain, however, that I stopped listening. 

But I am ready to open this line of communication once again, to hopefully never be closed…

She is the pacifying essence that I’ve longed for. She is that which I’ve become estranged from, and I am that which I have become estranged from. The less I spoke with her, the less I spoke with myself. 

This is what I meant when I said we need outer teachers to give us maps on the inward path. She is my treasure map leading me to the priceless metals within. Celestial silver to aid me in reclaiming the crescent in my heart. She is the panacea to the folly of man. 

She is completion, she is my completion. She is my beginning and my end. She is my means and my end. The Goddess, the Mother. 

She is that which I had been starving for. She ends my hunger. She is unconditional love and devotion. She claims me as her own, the seas will storm and rage if we are estranged. I am hers, and she is mine, she is ours. No matter the folly of man and woman, she is unshakeable, ever there to be relied on. 

Her glory, her glory, her glory. She whispers secrets to generations and generations, one single breath spanning eons, one word muttered forming entire religions, each syllable the rise and fall of an empire.