Moon Mothers

My Spirt is Young and energetic.

My Soul is ancient and infinite.

Spirit, the performer.

Soul, the witness.

Spirit, happy in the doing.

Soul, content in being. 

Spirit, seeks. 

Soul, knows.

Spirit, creates the painting. 

Soul, inspires the image. 

Sprit stands before the blank canvas with paint brush in hand,

Soul informs the right hue and brush stroke.

Spirit writes and writes so many words.

Soul edits to the essence.

Spirit walks onto the dance floor and begins to move.

Soul becomes one with the music with fluid movements.

Spirit cooks a delicious meal.

Soul delights in the smell and taste.

Spirit is swift.

Soul is compassion.

Spirit says, let’s go on an adventure and create something magnificent.

Soul says, we are warm and content, don’t move, just breath.  

Sprit says, let’s have a party and celebrate. 

Soul says, let’s dive deep and meditate.

Spirit says, the colors of the sunrise are so pretty I’ll get my camera.

Soul says, be still, and marvel.

Many years ago, I gave Spirit too much voice; always creating and seeking satisfaction, rarely knowing contentment. 

Seeking satiation I retreated from the world and gave Soul a stronger voice. In that time of “Being” I experienced too many dreams unrealized.

Spirit and Soul hold the same weight; they sit perfectly balanced on the scale of justice.  One feather breath more from either and alignment tips. 

With stable strength they guide me in living a balanced life.  They reside within my body, providing a life force nutritional batter.

When I feel the oneness of both folded together in perfect consistency life is a piece of cake.

By Tamara Trejo