The rising moon extends an olive branch, honored, I graciously accept. Over oceans and rivers of ineffable mind, a starry domed astrolabe sparkles ovations. A shooting star, one of many I shall see tonight, circles twice then takes a dive, kissing heaven on the other side. Holy coyotes yelping shouts throw cactus darts near cunning hares.Kit Fox looks for gold; a bold smile suits her evening wear. Come with me, if you dare. I’m joking you, no pressure, dear. You’re the brightest star we’ll see tonight. The silent roar of our planet breathing is the only sound we will hear. Come to Forgiving Rock with me tonight. Meditate under a diamond moon with me tonight.