The ivory plate
descends on still water
Where is the lake?
~tiku
Today the entire world is celebrating the 40th anniversary of man’s first moon landing. Forty years ago yesterday, Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin made the four-day journey to the moon. I was a tiny two year old then and as I grew up and my romance with the moon began I realized that although an achievement, we placed one of the most mysterious, magical, alluring object of the universe under the scientific scanner.
It is surely a wonderful achievement for the mankind but somehow it does not excite me so much. I love to romance and look at the moon in my own way and feel connected with it from right here, so feel no need to fly away to the moon.
Or maybe one day , like one yearns to meet a lover, I would want to go there, bring a piece of it with me , touch it, feel it and unite with it but till then I watch the moon , the lovely wanderer in the vast night sky, bathe in its lucid moonbeams, talk to it and on those lonesome nights when I yearn for love it hangs outside my window or hunches on the naked branches of the huge tree outside.. meeting me in the darkness of the night, illuminating me from within.
I associate with its changing phases, and its foreplay with th clouds. To me moon can never be something of an object to be dissected by the scientific knife.
From ghosts to goblins, and werewolves, to the modern day hauntings of Edgar Allen Poe, and Boris Karloff and the Sci-Fi writers of Moon tales like Jules Verne to Arthur C. Clarke the Moon’s allure is a drama which unfolds each night .
I have loved the moon lores, songs and tales from the time I lay in my mother’s lap as a little kid. The ancient Moon filling my heart and soul with awe and wonderment and sometimes striking the primordial chord reaches into my psyche.
The nocturnal wanderer became my friend and constant companion , a part of the daily rhythm of my life.
The science says there is no dark side of the moon except near the poles and deep craters but I feel that just like us it too has a dark side for I feel a part of it in me . Its shifting patterns of light and shades, its effect on our planet and the life on it, its hold over the creatures of the dark all is magical mystery to me and I want to let it remain like that.
It is beautiful to let some things remain unexplained, unknown.Their mysteries unrevealed
The Moon symbolizes time, fate, spinning, wheels, weaving, cauldrons and much more. The cycles of the heavens are symbolized in the Medicine Wheel of the American Indian Tribes; the Egyptian Wheel of the Law; and the Tibetan Prayer Wheel, all of which the Moon is an integral part.(we can find all that and more from the Google search , can’t we 
)
But it has another side to it: The magical moon
Even the man who is pure in heart
And says his prayers by night
May become a wolf when the wolf bane blooms
And the Moon is pure and bright…
-Actress Maria Ouspenskaya’s famous lines in
(“The Wolf Man,” 1941)
Reading lines like these fill me with an energy. who would not like to be a part of something like this. Ancient rituals, magical spells, and all that is mystical, unrevealed.
As a writer when I think of moon I never see it as a natural sattelite, for me it is the light which flows in me, guiding me connecting me with the universe.
I always say find your star connect and let its light shine in you but many a times I love to bask in the glory of some other star and let it fill being being. That time I put out my own flame and let the light from the other star fill me just as the sun’s light fills the moon , making it so beautiful and desirable.
So each night is a celebration with my beloved moon even if it is hidden behind the clouds. Today too like all other nights I will walk the dark streets and become the moon … to love someone truly is to become that person ..unconditionally surrender, merge..
so tonight meet me on the dark side of the moon.
Read this memoir on moon which I wrote sometime ago. click on the link
