You won't find the tales I bear in any books . . . My tales are from the Moon Realm.” —Ebb Autumn

Tell me the story..About how the sun loved the moon so much..That she died every night..Just to let him breathe...

If there was a little shine of gold on the moon, the mankind would have been to the moon even in the 19th century!

...yes, in the obscured sky a moon does float, newly, a wishing moon, a sliver of ancient rock, a goddess, a wink.

I wanted to create a voyage to the moon just for her, but what Ishould have given her was a real journey on earth.

Satisfaction doesn't come from needs and desires or fulfilling them, it comes from being yourself, being true.

Spiritual practice is allowing the temple (your body) to be full of light and to live life as a total celebration.

I looked up from my writing, And gave a start to see,As if rapt in my inditing, The moon's full gaze on me.

nothing is lifelesswhen the moon writes its screedon the silvern sand silence-From the poem:"The Universe In Blossom

So we baked and sweated together. I like punching the dough. I told myself it was the moon and punched it senseless.

I don’t care if I’m on the moon, the party is on the sun, and I am an albino, you should still invite me.

Wisdom of the Ages: Do the aliens on the moon pull down their pants and 'earth' their friends for fun?

I just want you to know that I love you with everything I am—a million times a million and to the moon and back.

But even when the moon looks like it's waning...it's actually never changing shape. Don't ever forget that.

The moon twangs its silver strings;The river swoons into town;The wind beds down in the pines,Covers itself with stars.