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scorpio
scorpio birth death
This great projectile vitality,
infinitely recombining.
Take pleasure in distinct moments
tied in gaily colored threads
for remembrance.
Deepest Scorpio, gusts tinged icy.
Scorpionic
The forest is old
obscured in ghosts and mysteries
Come out in the wild night with me
dressed in the stars
Serenades from the Moon
intoxicate air aged in adventure
Exult with me in pleasure
Far from decay of leaves, sad savagery
That strange stained light in the darkness
Silence, a pause in cycling
Isolate
Tender reflection in the settling sky
a throne to reign
weary tantrum waves below
I can relate
the deals reality baits me with
so overrated
I'm left unsated
staring at fate's rear
Now escapes me
running into future skyscapes
holding yestereves
stiff and strained
closer than this moment
as it slips
into one more
I seek that honest sigh,
that joining smile that art
of distilling meaning
Pictographs along the wheel
to distract from
its unceasing
crawl
Caught
an instant
surrounded in space
demanded in time
tells the reaper
continuity
is in the eye
Dark of the Scorpio Moon
shadow season ebbs toward night
Lights dim
drink might brighten fun
Pour life forth to warm cold stars.
Arms embrace with charmed grace.
Silent spell cast us through space.
Distance done – no nears, no fars.
Freed, become suns at price of face.
Loving notice helps us thrive
Beauty of Complete Despair
Scorpio at home in passion
Deeply attractive
Complicated self-hatred urging service and demeaning.
At core strong self-belief expressed intuitively.
Stories from the collective well, mystic ether, imbued
in earth, exhaled by flames.
Centering, sense memory trances exhibits as
sinuous performance.
Yes, learn the lessons of yesterday’s disasters.
Then let them go.
Energy directed to better planned tomorrows.
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.
No forward to discover again.
Doorway into Scorpionic revelation -- severe, profound,
grabs from beneath the conscious realm.
Scorpio, oh how you delve, bringing dark matter into light.
ofound,
grabs from beneath the conscious realm
seeking power of wisdom.
Multiple paths converge on star points.
Pierced by light,
taste of blood in darkness.
Inspired by anger engorging blood-brain barrier,
by symphonies of guilt and shame and hope ,
by simple positionings 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
Do not struggle with anger, my child.
Give in to the luxury of ire and woe.
Dance to the music of bloodlust, fire, 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
Beyond stratosphere,
infinite bliss,
the whole of the real.
Daring to explore pleasure, infinite awareness.
Leisurely share what feels genial, good, light.
Infinite muse lit lanterns take wing,
illuminate eternity.
Cells disperse out from infinite regression,
demand expanding territory,
redefinition, delineation, demarcation.
All the places of possibility
open to scrying eyes.
I am the universe of time and space
awaiting birth.
Long have we lived
cycling through death's rebirth,
seasons of land and sea linked
in living countenance open to
winds of fate and change.
manifest the intention
give birth to form and substance
give meaning to the here and now that expands into times unknown
It is not a birthday without
cake and good wishes.
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Nov/13/2021, 5:52 pm
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Re: scorpio
scorpio re-birth
This great projectile vitality,
infinitely 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 with me
dressed in the stars.
Serenades from the Moon
intoxicate air aged in adventure.
Exult with me in pleasure,
far from decay of leaves, sad savagery,
that strange stained light in the darkness.
Silence, Isolate, a pause in cycling
Tender reflection in the settling sky
a throne to reign
weary tantrum waves below
I can relate
the deals reality baits me with
so overrated
I'm left unsated
staring at fate's rear.
Now escapes me,
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 ...
Caught,
an instant
demanded in time
tells the reaper
continuity
is in the eye
Dark of the Scorpio shadow season ebbs toward night
Lights dim
drink might brighten fun
Pour life forth to warm cold stars.
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 Scorpionic revelation -- severe, profound,
grabs from beneath the conscious realm.
Scorpio, delve, bring dark matter into light,
seeking power of wisdom.
Taste of blood-brain barrier, pierced by darkness,
Inspired by engorging,
by symphonies of guilt and shame and hope,
by simple positionings 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
Do not struggle.
Give in to the luxury of ire and woe.
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 awareness, daring to explore pleasure.
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.
Last edited by libramoon, Nov/13/2021, 9:09 pm
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Nov/13/2021, 7:10 pm
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Re: scorpio
scorpio re-birth
This great projectile vitality,
infinity 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 with me
dressed in the stars.
Serenades from the Moon
intoxicate air aged in adventure.
Exult with me in pleasure,
far from decay of leaves, sad savagery,
that strange stained light in the darkness.
Silence, Isolate, a pause in cycling.
Tender reflection in the settling sky
a throne to reign
weary tantrum waves below
I can relate
the deals reality baits with
so overrated
I'm left unsated
staring at fate's rear.
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 ...
Caught,
an instant
demanded in time
tells the reaper
continuity
is in the eye
Dark of Scorpio shadow season ebbs toward night
Lights dim
drink might brighten fun
Pour life forth to warm cold stars.
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 positionings 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.
Give in to the luxury of ire and woe.
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 awareness, daring to explore pleasure.
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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Nov/14/2021, 5:16 pm
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Re: scorpio
https://mirrorvisions.blogspot.com/2021/11/scorpio-re-birth.html
scorpio re-birth
This great projectile vitality,
infinity 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
grace.
Serenades from the Moon
Exult in pleasure,
far from decay of leaves, sad savagery,
that strange stained light in the darkness.
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 positionings 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.
Give in to the luxury of ire and woe.
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 awareness, daring to explore pleasure.
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.
Last edited by libramoon, Nov/15/2021, 11:25 pm
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Nov/15/2021, 5:13 pm
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Re: scorpio
https://mirrorvisions.blogspot.com/2021/11/scorpio-re-birth.html
scorpio re-birth
This great projectile vitality,
infinity 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
allure.
Serenades from the Moon
Exult in pleasure,
far from decay of leaves, sad savagery,
that strange stained light in setting darkness.
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 positionings 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.
Give in to the luxury of ire and woe.
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 awareness, daring to explore pleasure.
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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Nov/16/2021, 5:15 pm
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