Interstellar Moon-Bath

Approaching the March Blood Moon

image": “Blood Moon” / Kumo Schweizer

Wayfarer Quote:

"There are buoyant attitudes that overcome things, and depressive attitudes overcome by things. To act with a buoyant attitude is the doorway into the realm of the Buddhas; to act with a depressive attitude is the roadway to a hell realm. One who overcomes all things with a firm heart-mind is called a Wayfarer. One who has thoughts fixated on appearances is burdened by everything and suffers the misery of most ordinary people."

- Suzuki Shosan (1579-1655), samurai-turned-Zen master,

author of The Roankyo (Donkey-Saddle Bridge)

Friends of the Way, 

tonight,

knowingly or unknowingly, 

we step through the Gate of the Hazy Moon. 



Acknowledge the terrain

and all the hard work it took

to get here.

Here.



We’ve traded in the old skins 

the old stories on repeat 

the discarded exuviae of identity after identity. 

Instead we’re becoming devotees of Slow-Time.

Riding on bright-tipped phoenix wings, 

this next spiraling

is upward-downward-outward-inward

all at the same time.



Our cells pass through this gate. 

Our bones of memory pass through this gate. 

Perhaps even a few dreams 

will serve as solid companions 

as you pass through this gate. 



It is the tenderized self 

following the tendril of The Self 

that passes through this gate. 



I’m not one to blow undue sunshine 

up anyone’s robe

but a moon-sanctioned renewal 

is soon upon us.

Feel Her reaching out to you

through her beams of light.



What does not accompany us 

through this shimmering gate 

are the inner stifling messages 

the magical-thinking montages 

resistance / fear / inertia

all that causes us to suffer quietly

as disfigured expressions of who we are In Truth. 



We are on the bloom-popping cusp 

of a runaway herd of Truth.

Though the silence may be deafening now

the galloping hooves of this cycle

are only one valley over from here

and they ring forth as a liberation chant:



To cease dilution-ment

embrace dis-illusion-ment. 

Breathe the air of freedom

that remains after the mirage evaporates.



We are all silently yearning 

for the Wayfarer’s Buoyancy. 

It is close-at-hand. 

It is close-at-hand.

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© 2026 Frank Inzan Owen / The Luminous Procession: Poems From Within and Beyond the World of Red Dust

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soundworld: “A Field of Night” / The Unfolding / Chequerboard

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