Not looking up,
I look left.
Out the plane window, at the impressive orange globe rising
Directly beside my heart.
A statement of “More”.
There is more.
More beauty to see and more flavor to taste
If I just allow the light to pour into my eyes and over my tongue.
More love in this world and more love to be felt
If I uncover my heart and radiate my light.
Like the Super Moon.
The super moon discovered the secret.
Became its fullness.
by allowing more Sun.
It absorbs the maximum intensity
And reflects it with zealous abandon
To show unabashedly its own brilliance.
It has become the Sun’s mirror
Allowing me to see my own potential
With my light-fearing eyes.
It is difficult to look in the mirror and see my full truth
In all its blazing nakedness.
It’s okay… It’s just that
Too bright for My own eyes.