by Leslene della Madre

Look up, they said.
Look up. See the man in the moon?
I looked up.
I didn’t see any man in the moon.

Why did they all act like there was a man in the moon?
They all believed it,
But
I don’t think they ever saw one.
That’s why they wanted a man on the moon,
Exploding phallic missile,
Thrusting forth
A he-man moon-man to “conquer” her,
Plunging poles with flags into her white breast,
Claiming he-man moon madness.

I’ve looked up.
I see a SheWomb moon.
I see a moon glowing with soft silvery light in my belly.
I see a round GrandMother moon,
Guardian of all life.
Daughter of Earth,
Dancing in Dark Mother’s space
In Harmony
With all of her daughters.
Sacred Moonblood,
Streaming forth life from spiraling, shimmering moonbeams
Gifts planted in our bodies from Great GrandMother’s outstretched fingers of starborn light.

They thought life came from the man in the moon.
They thought it because they wanted it to be true.
Because it was such great power.
But I know it’s not true.

I tell my daughters
Look Up!
See the Great Moon Mother?
She is smiling on you
And has blessed you with her love.
I say to them,
Precious Ones,
No matter what you may hear,
There just isn’t a man in the moon.
There never was, and there never will be.

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Donna Henes is the author of The Queen of My Self: Stepping into Sovereignty in Midlife. She offers counseling and upbeat, practical and ceremonial guidance for individual women and groups who want to enjoy the fruits of an enriching, influential, purposeful, passionate, and powerful maturity. Consult the MIDLIFE MIDWIFE™

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