Blue Moon

In my chrysalis I became a ship on a stormy sea, fully immersed in transforming chaos and isolation into tranquility and understanding. In the depths of that deep dark sea I made friends with loneliness swimming silently away from sharks into the sun. I have become a tantric voyeur of electrical energy sailing through life gracefully on tornado winds. Arms stretched out holding up the sun as raindrops fall over my blue moon. Sifting through the sands of time in an attempt to find understanding and meaning, the lines between physics and psychics have become transparent. Today I am connecting the energy between space and time with the breath between heartbeats.... And if they say the moon is blue... We must believe that it is true.