Each phase of the moon is packed with energy and symbolism. Starting with the new moon, the moon grows (waxing) until it reaches its full potential: the full moon. During the full moon, emotions are heightened with the tides of feminine energy. The moon then begins the waning process where the size shrinks back until the cycle begins again.
Below are a series of poems, each relating to a phase of the moon.1. NEW MOON
Regenerated and charged,
she waits to become large.
We plant her seeds,
her intentions.
Her breath brings unlimited oxygen;
nourishing the source lung,
feeding the highest soul.
She is new.
2. WAXING CRESCENT
Her sprouts begin to declare themselves;
seeing the air for the first time,
new energy is vibrant
and detailed.
The thought is taken to a concept;
a fetus of the higher plan.
3. FIRST QUARTER
Stuck with challenge;
her face will not fluster,
her momentum will not lessen.
Rooting deeper,
beginning the action;
her fingers are meticulous with the clay,
as it laps around the wheel--
molding the night sky.
4. WAXING GIBBOUS
Patience is tested,
but she doesn't know how to give in
to false light.
Gestation is cyclic,
as is her pottery wheel.
Spinning her out to nurture
and provide for the higher soul.
5. FULL MOON
Energy peaks,
blessings come to fruition,
celebration is blossoming;
her light shines bright.
Gratitude rushes over the higher soul,
as a waterfall atop the submerged rocks;
the flux is full.
6. WANING GIBBOUS
Higher soul opens their arms
to receive and rejoice.
Releasing the build up,
basking in the now.
Service is more than the harvest,
but the harvest meets her eyes.
She's allowed a blink of rest,
as the higher soul
nurtures internally.
7. LAST QUARTER
Decay is upon the higher soul,
such that transition must occur.
Forgiveness is met with adjustments
because the cycle must continue.
Her hands cover the eyes of the higher soul
protecting the nations and warming the skin.
8. WANING CRESCENT
The millions of eyes
begin to close
behind the strength of her touch;
the higher soul must rest.
Restoration and reflection creep into the dreams of soul;
composting the negativity,
surrendering to the true light.
Intuition peaks before the conscious mind
steals the reins once again
to become new.