Nights ago, the earth cast its shadow across the face of the moon. Separating it for a moment from us and us from it, a shadow thrown over our perception of it. The moon as cast in red sackcloth, or whatever the Book of Revelations says. John Lennon and Yoko reporting from their honeymoon bed in a bag for peace. Reporters ask: “Why are you in a bag?”

For peace man, for peace.

This is something I wrote that night as the moon went into hiding and was eaten by the dragon. Consider it as a variation on the NLP Bene Gesserit Jesuit, Litany Against Fear.

This is a prayer to repeat when hurts real or imagined overwhelm you

You really hurt
Me, but fortunately
That’s no longer
Me, so
I no longer
Need to be hurt
by it.

I can let it
Go completely
Right now, and I choose
To do so. Be free
Of my perception
Of you
Forcing you to exist
In miniature in me, an
Unfulfilled negative state.

My clinging to your memory
Restricts my ability to move
And to embrace anew.

Whatever it is
That has been
Wounded within me,
I am not that,
Or at the least
Not only that.
And if ever I was
I am no longer.

An event
Becomes something
That
Happened
Rather
Than something that
Happened to me.

It happened and
I happened to be in
A position to experience it.

It happened to the world -
To existence itself.
(It didn’t happen
to me, and
I didn’t
happen
to it.)

We both just
happened to be
in the same place at
the same time,
like two strangers
in the same crowd.

[Repeat until pain subsides.]