Fragrance of the moon

There was a magical crescent moon out  last night, its silvery light danced on the river, which transfigured the entire scene into some mystical  landscape .  I gazed at it in wonder as a phrase came to mind  that a dear friend had written me -  “Fragrance of the moon”. At the time  these words rang a bell , some ancient memory reminded me of  something—but I knew not of what. Strange, because the moon has no fragrance literally—but perhaps it does metaphorically. Sometimes just a few words are enough to touch something in one`s soul-as is often with words of songs do, which open the floodgates of the imagination and the mind above all the secrets of the soul.  

Yes-“Fragrance of the moon”, for me now conjures up all sorts of romantic notion  of some magical happenstance if I think hard enough- as I enter deep into my  higher self-and linger there.  I hear the message now  loud and clear that nothing is ever as it seems , one should never see the truth with the eyes but the soul. And  that some things which may seem totally impossible to comprehend make utter sense when viewed  from  a different timeline-meaning from an outside observers view point.

The vision of human beings is very contracted-enlightenment can only be possible  if and when we are able to accept  the unimaginable in all realms-for we only see a sliver of  all that we think of as reality, for all else is hidden. It  can only be found  if one  transcends  the limitations  of  the physical boundaries, steps out of the box and into the new paradigm of believing that :”whatever the mind can conceive is possible”. 

So, smell the fragrance of the moon and you will find yourself a tiny bit closer to the mystical , to the magical, to the sacred, to the divine, to the mere impossible –to our real life.