Deep cold settles and smooths the river.
Waves are replaced with the dark, hushed calm of ice.
In the quiet of night, the moon shines twice—
in the sky and also shimmering on the dark mystery of Wild ice.
As if the moon and the ice-bound river
were greeting one another, saying ‘Namaste.’
“I see the light in you and we are one.”
Just as the moon reflects in your eyes.
Also divine.
Also one with the moon.
And therefore the ice and the river.
And on the connections flow.
Until, in sacred moments, we remember
the truth of our belonging.
The Wildness of our being.
And the divinity we share
when we recognize the moonlight
in one another’s eyes.
