“At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language-door and open the love-window. The moon won't use the door, only the window.” ― Rumi, A Year with Rumi: Daily Readings
Above: Black Minnaloushe watches the Blue Moon - Megan Noble . The Cat and the Moon . The cat went here and there And the moon spun round like a top, And the nearest kin of the moon, The creeping cat, looked up. Black Minnaloushe stared at the.