Living, For Now

A poem by Moony Thinker

I dance.
Upon the flowers
And between the trees;
The Morrigan leans
Nearer to me;
But I hold up my hands.

I pray:

“Not today; no, not today.
Please, Queen of the Mist,
The owner of the depths,
Not today; no, not today.”

She’ll come back,
She’ll come for what she knows;
She’ll come for me,
She’ll come for what she owns.

For now,
I dance.
Through the trees
And upon the fallen leaves;
I dance. I continue.
I live.
For now.

Living is time gifted; borrowed from a force we do not understand, and wishing we had more control over.

So, while you are here, remember what you have been given and enjoy it to the best of your ability. In your mind and in your ways, remain the innocent child you were born as because soon enough this will all be taken away from you; never to be returned or regifted.

Be well, my friends.

— MT

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Hey my friends!

I am starting another art project. This one is focusing on artists of all kinds where I interview them. I plan to make a series of these interviews and to call them collectively Dreaming While Awake. The point of these interviews is to better understand the artist’s focus, discipline methods, hopes, dreams, projects, and what they are moving towards.

For those interested, please reach out to me through one of my various connections shared in my LinkTree down below!

Thanks!