The Love of Sun and Moon

When Time and Space were young, things were not as we know them today. Divinity sang the Song of Creation, and, being All Present, All Knowing, and All Powerful, the Word was made manifest. Life sprang into existence, vibratory divergence expressing the essence of Evolution in the expression of All That Is.

The World was born then and Sun and Moon shone down upon the new Creation in perfect syncopation, day and night, night and day, each complimenting the other perfectly. They exchanged polite words and poignant glances in the space between dawn and morning, evening and night, their simple pleasantries the beginning of a Love that would last throughout all Time.

As the cycle of Creation progressed, it dawned upon Sun that he would very much like to walk upon sister Earth’s surface with his friend, Moon. To feel the touch of the grass upon his skin, the soft caress of the wind upon his face, to look into Moon’s eyes and share with her the sheer perfection of Divinity’s creation.

But, not having any feet to walk Earth upon, Sun cast about the galaxy for a solution. He first asked brother Sky, to no avail. Then, he sought the advice of Brown Dwarfs and Neutron Stars, danced with Binary stars in the farthest fringes of the Milky Way Galaxy while ducking the emanations of Quasars and resisting the remorseless drum call of clustering Black Holes congregating in the Galaxy’s core before giving up, returning to his central station in Sky’s coronal vista, deep in thought.

Finding no answer to his question, he despaired and, in the cool of a summer’s eve, told Moon of his desire to walk with her. Finding her willing, effervescent joy manifest, her reflection of his Light softening in dimpled serenity, her simpatico soul resonating to his. But still, the problem of their meeting remained. Moon cast an azure burst of Light forth, showering Earth with particles of liquid Love; translucent, softly sighing droplets of pure ecstasy. Inspiration sang a song of remembrance and she smiled, sharing her muse with Sun.

Life’s bounteous glory
Creation Divine
The Love of life’s beauty
Experience defined,
There is none born of Earth
More wise nor involved,
Serpent’s vast wisdom
Our problem might solve.

Sun’s rays emanated in all their glory as his heart of hearts waxed full, the waning of Moon’s reflective beauty falling past the horizon, the echo of her words intertwined with the fading, pale blue energy of her soul. Gazing with pent breath until only an ebon crescent marked her path, he sighed Light, his Love for her a sublime discourse. Resolving within himself to find the answer to their dilemma, he cast his gaze upon Earth’s surface, searching for Serpent.

Now, Serpent was the oldest creature alive, being the first emanation of life given breath in Divinity’s cyclic experience of material incarnation. Being the oldest and wisest, he was also quite sly, and prone to seeking his own ends to the detriment of others. Since Sun and Moon’s courtship was common knowledge across Earth, he was not surprised when he heard Sun calling out to him.

In time, he slithered out of the darkness of Earth’s interior, blinking slowly as Sun’s rays focused upon him. Being cold-blooded, he basked in the warmth of Sun’s attention, his immense, scaly body hoarding Light-energy jealously, his forked tongue flickering with satisfaction as Sun told him of his plight.

Neither planet nor yonder star
Can my Love for her comprehend,
Neither moments near in time or far
Can our future’s path portend,
And yet the beat of our twinned hearts
Assuages urgings needful and fey,
With her to walk upon sister Earth 
Might satisfy our Love this day.

Serpent was silent after Sun’s soliloquy, falling deep into a contemplative state. After a time, he opened his eyes, his slit pupils contracted against the brilliance of Sun’s attention. He chose his words carefully, his accent a whispering sibilance sifting through layers of wind and meaning.

Simple solutions sought through song
Divine silence speaks through me,
These words of Wisdom lead none wrong
Subtle sensations of sensibility.
To walk this Earth, Love intertwined
The cause of Eternity combined,
In Wisdom answers come to find,
In humbleness I give you, mine.

Sun bent close to Serpent, dulling his solar output slightly in order not to burn life from Earth’s surface. He listened closely as Serpent whispered, his eyes bursting with the full expression of his joy as he learned what he would have to do in order to walk Earth’s surface with his Love, beautiful Moon. When Serpent was done, Sun returned to Sky’s warm embrace, assuming the Path of Light that he had become accustomed to and Serpent chuckled lightly in satisfaction, his scaly length sliding back into the shadows.

Sun and Moon clip artWhen Moon rose that evening, darkness greeted her. Startled, she gazed down upon Earth’s silent expanse, peering intently, baffled by Sun’s absence. Being reflective of her Love, Sun, her own natural luminosity was pale and weak by comparison, and she felt a deep loneliness lurking in the darkness as the natural order of things was disrupted. Then, she heard a familiar voice and saw a sharp spark of energy on the surface, beckoning to her. To her great surprise, it was Sun, standing upon Earth in bipedal form, tall and strong, with two legs and two arms, calling for her to join him.

Struck by wonder, she did as she was asked. Centering herself in Love, she concentrating her energy, drawing upon the latent Light-energy of Sun to augment her own. Focusing, concentrating, she descended, falling to Earth, feeling the layers of energy and planetary detritus peeling from her like the skin of an onion, floating gently out, into the Solar System to find equilibrium between Mars and Jupiter as an orbiting belt of rock and ice. Exposed, the core of her Self was revealed as twin to Sun’s, but smaller, softer and, legs and arms akimbo she landed gently by his side, eyes wide.

Sun looked down at Moon, gasping as the full force of her beauty washed over him; the pale, blue of her skin a stark contrast to his own swarthy, purple tones. Then, both of them looked around in awe, becoming aware of their surroundings. Moon whispered softly, lovingly.

Eons of Light lived while 
In search of the night
Overhead souls do fly unaware,
Of the beauty of life 
And the bounteous sight
Of the wonders of Sky 
And Earth’s wares.
Of green growth and brown skin
Of blue waters and white skies
Bodies tossed by the urges within,
Perfect Love on the rise 
Passion’s promise realized
Eternity’s garden we’re sworn then
To tend.

Gigantic trees surrounded them, sighing softly, shaking their branches in concerned anticipation. Their feet were comforted by verdant swathes of grass and lichen. Moss-covered rocks watched them silently as streams chuckled past, sharing their secrets with the rivers who sped quickly to the oceans and seas, explaining the new order of things to all they passed along the way.

Moon, overcome by joy at being close to her Love, could not help but embrace him and they gasped simultaneously, the sheer force of their Love sending forth an expansive burst of Light-energy.

Serpent, who had crept near during their awestruck contemplation opened his mouth wide, the darkness of his nature seeking completion. His plan had worked perfectly. He ate the Light, brilliant sparks of energy flowing directly from the conjoined Sun and Moon into his gaping maw and he began to grow, and grow, and grow.

Oblivious to Serpent’s diabolical siphoning, Sun and Moon immersed themselves in Love, the glade of their meeting a perfect Womb for their Union, their bodies intertwined as One. Their lips met and their bodies yearned one for the other and, in Completion, birthed an ecstatic force that split atoms and joined opposites, creating anew that which Divinity had blessed.

Earth trembled beneath Serpent’s weight as he continued to grow, his girth soon encompassing the planet. Life cried out to brother Sky in desperation and upon the crux of completion, Sun, through the nimbus-like haze of ecstatic union, realized that he had been tricked by Serpent. His joy became rage and he burst, incandescent, from the shell of skin in which he had been encapsulated, thoughtlessly flinging Moon away, her new-born body burnt by his fiery passion, she, screaming in agony and despair.

Serpent hissed and reared back, his mighty tongue coiling around Sun’s form, attempting to swallow him whole before he could regain his might. But Sun, his rage transcendent, shone brighter and brighter, rose higher and higher into the sky, carrying Serpent along with him, his tail uncoiling, releasing Earth from his death grip.

Creation’s fell power 
A station’s rising tower
Upon this rock an edifice I’ve built,
My visage shining bright
Banishing all vestiges of night
The blood of serpents by vengeance
Is spilt!

Sun’s song burst forth and the Light-energy Serpent had swallowed shone through his pores, returning to their source. Serpent’s body dwindled, shrinking drastically until he was but a shadow of his former self. Sun, full and mighty, rose to his throne, releasing Serpent to fall back to Earth’s surface where he slunk, dishonored and burnt, into the darkness of the planet’s interior.

Realizing the gravity of his mistake, Sun swore upon Divinity never to give in to his passions again. He shouted his oath out to sister Earth, brother Sky and the planets and stars beyond, promising his eternal fealty and diligence to his station. Satisfied, he settled back into his path, only then realizing that, in his anger, he may have lost his Love.

Belatedly, he sought out Moon, upon Earth and in Sky’s broad expanse, but he could not find her. Wounded by his anger and disregard – and also resolved by his solemn oath – she had retreated to Earth’s opposite side, and sworn her own solemn oath, never to meet with him again. An oath of comfort and soothing peace, in opposition to Sun’s raging brilliance. To hold in her arms the night, while converting the mystical Light of her reflection as a rueful, but necessary, reminder of Sun’s eternal preeminence. Her soft voice echoed unto eternity, silent tears washing Earth’s black soil as the oceans and seas sang in syncopation.

Day and night
Night and day,
Opposition in play,
Without the other 
One is not complete.
White and black
Black and white,
No union in sight,
Eternal opposites
Never shall meet.

While upon Earth’s surface, the progeny of the Love of Sun and Moon walk, their essence split in twain, eternally yearning for the Union of Opposites. Black and white, male and female, day and night. Ever-distant yet complimentary, warring eternally, the manifestation of Love and Hate. And all the while, Serpent waits in the shadows for his next opportunity to swallow the Light.


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