… tic, tic.
The moon is on the rise and with it the pressure of tide in all things, everything rises and falls with the coming and going of the moon.
Old time lunatic asylums were so named for the propensity of the inmates to agitate with the waxing of the moon. The moon acted on their mentality, pulled it out, magnified it.
The moon magnifies or activates what is already there, in the mind. What you acknowledge is what is there, more and more.
Be careful what you acknowledge, or you might end up a lunatic, tic, tic.
When the madness is gone there’s only the pressure.
Look up, see the milky light of the full disc on the cold dark blue sky.
The quiet emptiness, emptied of human mind.
What a beauty that is.
© Mark Berkery ……. Click the pix for a closer look