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AQUARIUS



aquarius


Now escapes,
running into future skyscapes,
holding yestereves
stiff and strained
closer than this moment
as it slips
into one more.
We wander days of potent destiny.
Infinity recombining --
elements always in flux,
adaptable, to align with intention.
Counting out the chimes as if time were treasure.
Built on years of sun, storm, forces claimed
and reconfigured to bring us here.
Forward - New values
New outlets
Renewed potential energy.

Take pleasure in distinct moments
tied in gaily colored threads
for remembrance.
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.
Melodies layered through ages,
written on mighty, sacred wind.
Grand fantasy set free to wander.

Age, a deep reflective pond.
Hope emanates, flows into form,
hope for noble stories, ease of
peace in contemplation, transcendent
imagery, welcoming grace.
Behind, terrors that made us more aware.
Beyond yonder slope, who knows what epics
left to find, to ride in wonder,
breathing higher air.

Where we want to be and where we are
now standing:
imagine
small, incremental, beautifully illustrated steps,
easy enough to reach and celebrate each success,
then on to the next.
Just relax
Feel the loosening of all your cares
Look behind your eyes,
Become aware
of the miracle that
you really are.
Let your mind drift and wander,
Child of the Sun,
someday soon, when runes align
with stars, signs,
portents,
innocence dissolves. Wisdom sings.

Hold closely melodies that compel
forward, wherever you may wander.
Stories harvested over ages,
night to night, reveal exaltation --
a possible age in birth.
Love song 'tween Man
and Earth.
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We wander days of potent destiny.
Forward - New values
New outlets
Renewed potential energy.
Built on years of sun, storm, forces claimed
and reconfigured to bring us here.
Infinity recombining --
elements always in flux,
adapting, to align with intention.
Now escapes,
running into future skyscapes,
holding yestereves
closer than this moment
as it slips
into one more.
 
Age, a deep reflective pond playing
melodies layered through ages.
Behind, terrors that made us more aware.
Beyond yonder slope, who knows what epics
left to find, to ride in wonder, written on
mighty, sacred wind.
Breathing higher air,
hope emanates, flows into form;
hope for noble stories, ease of
peace in contemplation, transcendent
imagery, welcoming grace.
Where we want to be and where we
now stand:
imagine
small, incremental, beautifully illustrated steps,
easy enough to reach and celebrate each success,
then on to the next.
 
Hold closely melodies that compel
forward, wherever you may wander.
Stories harvested over ages,
night to night, reveal exaltation --
a possible age in birth.
Love song 'tween Man
and Earth.
 
Just relax
Feel the loosening of all your cares.
Look behind your eyes,
become aware
of the miracle that
you really are.
Let your mind drift and wander,
Child of the Sun,
someday soon, when runes align
with stars, signs,
portents,
innocence dissolves. Wisdom sings.
 
Counting out the chimes as if time were treasure,
take pleasure in distinct moments
tied in gaily colored threads
for remembrance.
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.
 
 
 
 
 
 
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*
 
 
We wander days of potent destiny.
Forward - New values New outlets
Renewed potential energy.
Built on years of sun, storm, forces claimed
and reconfigured to bring us here.
Infinity recombining --
elements always in flux,
adapting, to align with intention.
Now escapes,
running into future skyscapes,
holding yestereves
closer than this moment
as it slips
into one more.
*
Age, a deep reflective pond playing
melodies layered through ages.
Behind, terrors that made us more aware.
Beyond yonder slope, who knows what epics
left to find, to ride in wonder, written on
mighty, sacred wind.
Breathing higher air,
hope emanates, flows into form;
hope for noble stories, ease of
peace in contemplation, transcendent
imagery, welcoming grace.
Where we want to be and where we
now stand:
imagine
small, incremental, beautifully illustrated steps,
easy enough to reach and celebrate each success,
then on to the next.
 
Hold closely melodies that compel
forward, wherever you may wander.
Stories harvested over ages,
night to night, reveal exaltation --
a possible age in birth.
Love song 'tween Man
and Earth.
 
Just relax
Feel the loosening of all your cares.
Look behind your eyes,
become aware
of the miracle that
you really are.
Let your mind drift and wander,
Child of the Sun,
someday soon, when runes align
with stars, signs,
portents,
innocence dissolves. Wisdom sings.
 
Counting out the chimes as if time were treasure,
take pleasure in distinct moments
tied in gaily colored threads
for remembrance.
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.
 
 
 
 
 
*
 
 
 
 
Winter born, Saturn ruled, not a saint nor a fool,
persisting over rocky peaks, through stormy seas,
not content to seek what comes easily.
Take a good, hard road and get going.
Mountains beg to be climbed.
Steep stone, this world of woe and
exaltation, daring to swoop, touch depths,
emptiness slick with tears.
Behind, terrors that made us more aware.
Beyond yonder slope, who knows what epics
left to find, to ride in wonder.
Breathing higher air,
the wise goat climbs with care.
 
Time for calm regard, to ponder,
to welcome adventure or whatever arrives.
Engage with ritual for gleaning
joy enriched deeply layered meaning!
Maybe study chapters from multifaceted lives --
refine as art, mining treasure from memories.
Wise in the ways of demons, oracles, gypsy Queens;
brave, adaptive, resilient, self-possessed;
Buddha-like compassion, learned in cycles
of conscious labor, blessed bliss.
Weathered, withered, listen, be risen.
Resurrected tempered mettle,
engorged with will to rise
ever again.
 
Slowly turning toward enlightened reason,
pausing at each portal to awe.
Ahead on the climb up this temporal ladder,
what legends of mastery draw us in?
 
Part of a grander destiny –
abiding through trials, tests, bitter lessons.
Never a finishing point, wisdom’s gifts --
ease of peace in contemplation, transcendent
imagery, welcoming grace -- appear bit by bit,
day by day. Solace wildly spins toward
acceptance.
Time for the simple and natural, anointing
the soul in calm reflection,
to make of the whole sad cacophony
discrete instruments of harmony,
of divine symphony,
to act with impeccable integrity.
Rocky hazards face all who walk this ridge.
Take it slow; let time wait.
Immersed, made into a person, a defined moving space,
mesmerized, bound in measures. Outcast
from safe discipline of tribal faith,
to create from beyond common form.
Within this mad parade -- the will to cure, kill,
carry on courageous --
 
The image of a wishful star:
a steady shine -- but still so far.
The nights of hope; the days of pain --
on and on, that old refrain.
Counting out the chimes as if time were treasure.
Built on years of sun, storm, forces claimed
and reconfigured to bring us here.
Quiescent summit of hero’s mountain
soothed by view of waves, of distant heights.
Currents lift to flow, fall to rise.
Symbols, releasing over transits of Time
manifest intention, give birth to form and substance,
give meaning to here and now
as it expands into ever after.
 
 
 
*
 



 
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.
 
 
*
 

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
 
*
*
*
*
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Forward - days of potent destiny.
We discover New values New outlets
Renewed potential energy.
Built on years of sun, storm,
elements always in flux,
forces claimed
and reconfigured to bring us here.
Infinity recombining --
adapting, to align with intention.
Now escapes,
running into future skyscapes,
holding yestereves
closer than this moment
as it slips
into one more.
*
Age, a deep reflective pond holding
melodies layered through ages.
Behind, terrors that made us more aware.
Beyond yonder slope, who knows what epics
left to find, to ride in wonder, written on
mighty, sacred wind.
Breathing higher air,
hope emanates, flows into form;
hope for noble stories, ease of
peace in contemplation, transcendent
imagery, welcoming grace.
Where we want to be and where we
now stand:
imagine
small, incremental, beautifully illustrated steps,
easy enough to reach and celebrate each success,
then on to the next.
 
Hold closely melodies that compel
forward, wherever you may wander.
Stories harvested over ages,
night to night, reveal exaltation --
a possible age in birth.
Love song 'tween Man
and Earth.
 
Just relax
Feel the loosening of all your cares.
Look behind your eyes,
become aware
of the miracle that
you really are.
Let your mind drift and wander.
Child of the Sun,
someday soon, when runes align
with stars, signs,
portents,
innocence dissolves. Wise angels sing.
 
Counting out the chimes as if time were treasure,
take pleasure in distinct moments
tied in gaily colored threads
for remembrance.
Take time and patience,
eye of storm, tongue of meditation,
clear mind of wisdom to wish.
Breathe in what feeds your blossoming,
infinite bliss,
the whole of the real.
 
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