Clock of the Moon
A human who lives in a cave for weeks
deep in the ground, far from the light of the Sun
will eat and sleep, and move and wake
in rhythm with the closest heavenly body
but not the brightest.
One who is blind, likewise goes through life
in time with the pull of the tides
rather than the unseen glare of light.
Any human isolated from sunlit society
changes rhythm of life by four percent.
The inner clock in human beings in their natural state
ticks with remarkable regularity
twenty-five hours every day.
The Sun crosses through the sky from noon to noon
in exactly twenty-four hours.
The Moon passes over us in a schedule as exact
but the lunar day is twenty-five hours.
The human daily cycle in the wild is twenty-five hours.
This is a simple fact of science.
We are creatures of the Moon, not creatures of the Sun.
Religion is the art of warping our natures
by denying observations.
We note that a human left in darkness undisturbed
will sleep an hour later each day
will get tired an hour deeper into the evening.
Sun worship was the first religion.
It was based on the first fundamental error
about our natures.
Its thesis was: Resolved,
we must be forced to be solar creatures
and not lunar creatures.
By pounding rocks together
by blowing shell trumpets
by sounding cane flutes
by beating skin drums
the community of humans was forced to wake at sunrise.
The first government was instituted to intrude,
to nudge those who refused to stand.
We have never quite caught up
on our missing hour of sleep.
Those who think compulsion is right and proper
who feel that the behavior of humans should be forced
all worship the Sun, the male tyrant of the sky.
Noise at sunrise, the pounding of rocks,
shouting and shoving for those still asleep,
the human creatures of the Moon
shuffle miserably through their sunlit day
Nobody feels quite right.
Nobody is quite alert.
Nobody is comfortable enough to think clearly.
The human ability to think deep thoughts
is subtle and delicate as the wing of a moth
in moonlight.
We are creatures of the Moon.
Meditation and understanding nature
is our natural state.
That is what we are doing here.
We are specialists in contemplation.
Our minds are meant for the quiet of a dewy evening.
The cracking sound of rocks at dawn
steals away our dreams.
Women all know the Moon is our proper Mistress.
The Moon calls to their blood, draws forth the human egg
at the same phase every month.
Why will so few believe that our day is also lunar?
I tell you it is a religious issue.
Our society is built on monotheism.
There is but one god, and he is male, we are told.
Regular hours are essential to our health, it is said.
Lunar calendars are the mark of primitive people, we learn.
We are kept so busy waking up on time
that our blurry minds do not remember the truth.
The truth is that our bodies and minds
are synchronized to the Moon
and She is our true Goddess.
The Sun rushes through our day an hour fast.
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