Orange Moon

Driving home with round orange moon on the eastern horizon. Remembering all the moments such evenings would find my mind and emotion wrapped around longing and desire for a man. That patterning from childhood. That old conditioning rooted in this time, place and consciousness.

Tonight I drive home free, happy and content. Romance does not require a man. Romance is a place in between earth and sky. As if those arms embrace me.

It does feel like a void. An empty space. "What do I fill the space with," I ask. I fill the space with writing. Body, mind, emotion in relationship through Self-Expression. Such is love making. Ongoing and dependent on nothing external -- an internal source ever flowing.