Thursday, November 25, 2021
Sagittarius Celebration
Before integral threads
unfurled,
feral forces churned,
thrashed in
throes of
creation.
Telescoping
backward,
chaotic magic
riotous storms.
Over vast
escapade,
threads weave into
fabric.
Recognizable
forms
coalesce into
destinies.
Candles burn within dark
halls.
Sparks of wisdom engrave
walls.
Vision churned from flame
enthralls.
Doorway into sacred
revelation -- severe, profound,
grabs from beneath the
conscious realm.
Movable fire for warmth and
vision.
Flame as friend, staunch
companion of
journeyers.
Phoenix Fire fills open
hearts.
Potent flame to succor,
exalt,
to flow with natural
progression,
adaptive, to align with
intention,
to ignite.
Perpetually cast toward
consciousness,
dance to the music of
passion.
Avenge the angst of life's
attractions.
Get caught up in the lava
flow,
burning to spend and leap
without
resistance.
Feed on what feeds your
blossoming,
infinite bliss,
the whole of the
real.
Now escapes,
running into future
skyscapes,
closer than this
moment
as it slips
into one more.
Let your mind drift and
wander.
Take a leisurely stroll
through
what feels good, right,
beautiful...
To wander clothed for
travel, no map, destination;
direction found in whim or
instant’s serendipity.
A wild road calls, beyond
this threshold.
Arms wide into
flight
above foam and
sea,
absorbed by
awareness.
Age, a deep reflective
pond,
translates all the places of
possibility --
Twin jugglers set our
stage.
Nature and nurture
combine,
entwine with trails
inside.
Take up the tale, my star
lit dear,
of how we now have wandered
here.
Now’s waiting; don’t be
late.
Epic journeys cycle into
each successive now.
We wander trails of potent
destiny,
telling the
tale,
bodysurfing the
storm,
madly dancing in the
rain,
cast off from restrictive
form ...
to taste sweet
grapes
break crisply;
embark on a journey of
ecstasy
to be all,
every
thought to be,
enticement to unfurl
forgotten wings
to join the flight, the
call
into
exultation.
A journey of a thousand
destinies
written deep within your
soul;
traveling daily through all
the possibilities,
which are the parts that
make you whole?
Forward from
here.
Hope emanates, flows
into form --
hope for noble
stories,
soul destiny of
humanity.
Another day dawns and
lingers.
We journey on.
Leonore Carrington Nine Nine Nine
Saturday, November 20, 2021
scorpio re-birth (for Vallin SFAS)
scorpio re-birth
This great projectile
vitality,
the
infinite recombining.
Take pleasure in distinct
moments
tied in gaily colored
threads
for remembrance.
Deepest Scorpio,
obscured in ghosts and mysteries,
come out in the wild night
dressed in diamond stars,
flowing
desire.
Serenades from the Moon
exult in pleasure,
far from decay of leaves, sad
savagery,
that strange stained light in
setting dark.
Silence, Isolate, a pause in
cycling.
Tender reflection in the settling
sky
a throne to reign
weary tantrum waves below
Now escapes,
running into future skyscapes,
holding yestereves
stiff and strained
closer than this moment
as it slips
into one more.
Pictographs along the wheel
to distract from
its unceasing
crawl ...
Lights dim
drink might brighten
fun
Pour life forth to warm cold
blood
Scorpio at home in
passion
Deeply attractive
Complicated
At core strong self-belief
expressed instinctively.
Sense memory trances deliciously
replenish
deep well of being
At the edge of the
real.
At the plummet of
denial,
At the summit of all we
pretend,
Re-echoing
crescendo.
Doorway into sacred revelation --
severe, profound,
grabs from beneath the conscious
realm.
Delve, bring dark matter into
light,
seeking power of wisdom.
Taste of blood-brain barrier,
pierced by pain,
Inspired by engorging,
by symphonies of guilt and shame
and hope,
by simple tableaux glimpsed from
roving eyes,
by lightening, darkening, liminal
desires,
by brave warriors who cope with
more
than could be required
and the songs my silent ear
demands I hear.
Dance to the music of passion.
Avenge the angst of life's
attractions.
Get caught up in the lava flow,
burning to spend and leap without
reserve.
Then, in sweet afterglow,
in mild day's reflection,
take in the view of battlelands
subdued.
In this fading light, this waning
Sun,
aftermath of action,
take time and patience,
eye of storm, tongue of
meditation,
clear mind of wisdom to wish.
Feed on what feeds your
blossoming,
infinite bliss,
the whole of the
real.
Infinite muse-lit lanterns take
wing,
illuminate eternity.
Redefinition, delineation,
demarcation,
all the places of
possibility.
Open to scrying eyes
--
the universe of time and
space
awaiting birth.
manifest the
intention
give birth to form and
substance
give meaning to the here and now
that expands into worlds unknown
It is not a birthday
without
cake and good
wishes.
