Moon Poem

I ask the Moon, "What needs to grow?"
"Your heart", she whispers.

I fly up to her, cold, on a moonbeam
And come back, warmed through.

"Kindle the fire of your heart" she says
"The heart is your service, and it serves you,
Inspire your heart and it will become a hearth for others."

"Dance. Play. Firegaze.
Rest. Eat Well. Stargaze."

Ask yourself with every task "Does this grow my heart?"
"Connection with others, with me, will always grow your heart".