I found this piece, written by my beloved son on the 16th August 2016.
I know he is unmasked in the moonlight,
dancing with many brave souls!
He has found his way home…..

The deepest part of my soul lies dormant,
hidden in the shadows of a myriad of masks,
no eye has seen it and no hand can reach it,
unknown, unseen, and untouched.

Light has now reached it and air has finally found it,
my fellows have unmasked the masked man.
I stand naked in the moonlit garden,
free yet secure under an array of stars.

Dawn is coming, followed by the heat of the sun,
Do I stay or go, fight or flight?
Or rather duck and cover?
I will cover.

Maybe tomorrow night will be a full moon,
maybe more will join me in the garden.
I am on a journey of a thousand moonlit nights,
walking…

“Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars.”
― Norman Vincent Peale

oh moon
oh moon
oh beaming moon
be still my heart, that i should swoon

your visage gently shines on me
and nimbly kisses
breathless trees

your light has touched my inner core
your graceful lustre
i adore

you bathe me in
luminous light
subdue shadows
in darkest night

your resonance
and lucid mood
transparent beams
with attitude

oh moon
oh moon
oh lambent moon
i’ll lift my voice, so i can croon

your silver sighs
have left a trace
laid luminescence in this place

a glow that transmutes
all my fears
and brings me back
to sacred spheres

you pour into
dark hideaways
with silken light and lucent rays

the stars desire
camaraderie
and playfully wink from cosmic seas

oh moon
oh moon
oh memorial moon
love remembers your celestial tunes

my…

“Let’s get loose
with
compassion.
Let’s drown in the delicious
ambiance of
love.”
― Hafiz

i sat and listened for a while,
in moods of such sweet pleasantry.
deep compassion makes me smile,
its intensity quite heavenly.
tears fall for every lost child,
hearts that hurt so dreadfully.
confessions of mournful trials,
engender spacious empathy.
those who’ve tasted sorrow’s bile,
will pour their love resplendently.
bitterness should go out of style,
when woven into transcendency…

Again and again,
day after day,
choose to extend
your arms and open
your heart, releasing
streams of compassion
far beyond the small,
limited self into the awesome,
astounding universe that shimmers
and thrives on Love.

© 2015 Dennis Ference

From Gratefulness.org

You can always, always give something, even if it is only kindness!

Anne Frank

(Photo by Ilona Ilyés)