Blood Moon Rising Focus Poem by Jim Boone

There it was at 3: 08 AM after a day
Where angst boiled and faded.

Now downed defenses rise again.
Outrage fades to inner light.
‘Inability to’ finds the time and way.
Clueless is on a crash course that
No longer crosses my path.

Where there is security, there is
Trust and confidentiality on the
Rise, and change for all: Forced,
Sought, expected and unexpected.

Outspoken reflects on heart-felt.
Helter-skelter meditates on ‘Om’.
Prayer transitions fear and is a
Balm to ‘valet’ the unwanted away.

I saw the ‘blood moon’ appear and
Instantly ‘knew’ that all is well
‘With my soul’ and also at Om.


2014