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.
 
 


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scorpio re-birth
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This great projectile vitality,
the infinite recombining.

Silence, Isolate, a pause in cycling.
Tender reflection in the settling sky,
weary tantrum waves below.
Pictographs along the wheel
to distract from
its unceasing
crawl ...

Deepest Scorpio,
obscured in ghosts and mysteries,
out in the wild night,
dressed in diamond stars, flowing
desire.

Serenades from the Moon
exult in pleasure,
blessed in decay of leaves, sad savagery,
that star-stained light in setting dark.

Now escapes,
running into future skyscapes,
holding yestereves
stiff and strained
closer than this moment
as it slips
into one more.

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 silent ears demand be heard.

Dance to the music of passion.
Avenge the angst of life's attractions.
Get caught up in the lava flow,
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


 
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