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The Metaphor of the Sun and the Moon
“In the silence of our minds lies creative incubation, bringing the wisdom and joy we all seek.” — Sydney Banks, The Missing Link
The sun is light, pure light
It pours forth and only gives - energy, warmth, beauty, sustenance.
It never receives.
From where does the sun get its energy? It is impossible to know.
The moon receives and reflects.
Sometimes it is in just the right position to reflect its most-ness
and yet even in those moments of most-ness there still exists the shadowed side.
The side that does not SEE
They live together,
the shadowed and the reflection.
The reflection of the light
Waxing and waning
Sometimes full and then gradually, just a sliver again
and then back to full.
Always with us, never dependent on a dark sky to shine
and sometimes out of sight.
The moon receives. Only receives.
And to the extent that it receives it reflects its wisdom on to us
on to all of us
and yet never at the same time.
What allows the moon to receive, to reflect?
What allows our feminine nature to blossom to its fullest?
To receive the magnificence of the light and reflect it out?
We too wax and wane,
we too live in the beauty of the reflected light and at the same time in the space of shadow.
We can never see fully,
the contrast is always present.
The contrast that allows us to know truth.
To see it when it is and to want it when it is not.
The gift of contrast that allows us to understand.
To know that whatever is dark now will once again reflect the beauty of the sun, the ever-giving, never receiving energy…
