The Moon

Far in an old cabin in the woods, on a night of Full Moon, which diminishes the twinkling stars, I was conversing with my soul while supporting my fragile self on a recliner. The cold and calm breeze of the silent night grazed my face while the beauty of Moon spellbound me into a serene state of self and the night conversed with me about her thoughts for the Moon of which I could only grasp a minuscule part in my words and felt obliged to share it. 

I have read in many tales as how they portray Moon as being alone waiting endlessly for his long separated lover. Waiting eagerly to just even get a glimpse of her, which would complete his long and tiring quest. I sometimes wonder what happens on a lunar eclipse when he might be relieved from his duties for a short span of time. Does he get to meet his dear or he just incarnates transitorily in our realm to see the creatures which he tend to watch every night with whom he had shared their stories, their ambitions, their love, their sacrifices and above all their pain. I am well versed with the semantics of planetary motions but is it all there is to our Moon? Who proved that it doesn’t have a soul? In Indian culture, we do believe that earth is living and so we can’t deny the same for Moon.

I may be deluded but I have seen people in their most natural self only at night when the night soothes the emptiness of our soul and we are already tired of bearing the weight of our masks throughout the day in the harsh and all covering light of the Sun. We tend to accept our form in the blended gloom where the darkness aligns with our tragic and unfulfilled ambitions while the Moonlights depicts our hope to achieve what we yearn for. Isn’t it fascinating that the same light that can divulge our flaws during day tends to soothe our soul during night.

It has been said that for someone to understand other’s pain, one first has to go through a great deal of difficulties and sacrifices, that one cannot empathize until having suffered at least the same intensity of pain themselves. However, the thought that fascinates me the most is that how much the Moon had to suffer to be able to witness all our problems, without even ever complaining. As a result the endless cycle starts from full Moon, and he gradually loses his body along the way until his crescent state, and then ultimately diminishes into the vastness of space to be reborn again, maybe that’s why it is called New Moon. It depicts the cycle of birth and death where the Moon starts deteriorating by consuming all our pain and then takes rebirth to give us hope that it is still possible to grow even after all the misery one has faced and yet we tend to undermine his efforts and selfless sacrifices.

In my life, I have witnessed that whenever we are feeling broken or abandoned we can disclose our deep unmasked thoughts with him, and he will readily be a part of it without any favor in return. Nevertheless, did someone ever ask him, how is he feeling or does he miss his companion or does it hurt to be so far alone in the space? Moreover, even if one had asked, would he ever share his struggles with his beloved creatures whom he came to adore. Whom he cannot hurt with the burden of his pain.

I also struggle to imagine what he would choose on a lunar eclipse if he has given a choice to meet his lover whose separation drowns him from inside, whom he longed to even get a glimpse of. OR, will he choose to meet us whose pain he had shared, whose stories gives him strength to be symbol of love and sacrifice. It would surely be a very burdensome decision to make.

I believe that if there is a God, it created us humans so naive and then gave us imagination, thoughts and then words to express the same. Therefore, I envy Moon as he has absorbed every word that came out of human’s soul in the purest form possible. In addition, if given opportunity I would follow his footsteps and become a beacon of hope that transmits the essence of stories accumulated of centuries so that I could also live and experience countless lifetimes though the stories of mankind.

I wish to listen to your story unveiled to its purest form and like Moon, I will remain unbiased because everyone is meant to be the protagonists of their own story and it would be a sin to judge a soul otherwise without living their life. By accepting your story, I wish to be a part of you. I wish to keep your story alive within me until the end of time!

~KapZan