Things that come…

From yimmyayo collection
From yimmyayo collection

There are things that come

When awake. Like right now…


I’m watching this snake


And face me.


I hear it HiSS in my mind

But it makes no sound.

Is that So, a sound, that is not to confound-

But in Love

A true Hiss. The other sound of Kiss?


This snake has a message for me.

Buried deep within the cavities of

The Earth.


She sleeps, you know.

She sleeps like a rock on a River bed,

dreaming of her own Softening.

We’ve got this upcoming New moon in Aquarius at 29 on the 18th – an anaretic degree, and a momentous New Moon/Solar eclipse on March 20 – in the anaretic degree of Pisces 29 – right on the heels of the final exact square Uranus/Pluto transit series of 7 (having lasted 2012-2015). The nodes of the moon have been referred to as the head and tail of the dragon or serpent. The nodes are mathemetical degrees (and not physical bodies). They are points that mark the Moon’s path where it crosses the ecliptic. This poem was not written for these transits but just happens to coincide with a time of passage.

12 thoughts on “Things that come…

  1. So, basically, the phases of our existence are written in the form of a beautiful, albeit invisible snake coiled across space and time… The dance of an orb across the ecliptic. The cosmic serpent’s chiropractica.

    But this poem is not about that.


    I think the HiSS that didn’t happen has intoxicated me with its Loving . I am dreaming of a river of serpent’s scales passing through my mind. They are like fortune cookies. There is a little note on each one. They say, you better find a flute player, but don’t move, because there is a snake hissing in your face.


    1. Hi Michael,

      I’m appreciating your candid response to my prose and commentary.

      I’m picturing Krishna with his flute, or perhaps Kabir, from my previous post. I hadn’t put the flute and snake idea together in my own head (at least not that I was aware of).

      The hiss feels more like a kiss to me. It’s not scary or offensive, just super close-by – I can feel the wind of movement on my face, near where my 3rd Eye lives. It’s a contact type of thing.

      I enjoy your part about the fortune cookies with a note on each one. Do you mean musical note?


      1. Hi Ka,

        I feel as I should explain a bit, as I was fatigued, delirious and kind of punchy when I wrote this comment. It was one of those moments you find hilarious, and everyone else is staring at you in stunned silence… I see you gave me the benefit of the doubt, for which I am very grateful.

        I was loving the image of the snake, and then was enjoying learning about this snaking astrological pathway through the cosmos, and then when I read near end that the poem wasn’t about that, it just hit me square in the forehead and I started cracking up! I was trying to share that spontaneous joy.

        Then I was thinking… how do we engage with this loving snake? I thought of flute players, and it just went from there. Each of the scales on the snake skin passing through me had that “fortune” written on them.


      2. Hi Michael,

        Your comments are often very thoughtful and bring a lot of beautiful imagery. Thanks for explaining – if you felt you needed to – that’s okay with me. Just know that you ask good questions; and that I understand the whole being-tired-thing and comments 🙂 I love your imagery here! xxKa

  2. Great poem…

    And by the way, that snake you mentioned above reminded me of the Ouroboros!.

    (Note: The Ouroboros often symbolizes self-reflexivity or cyclicality, especially in the sense of something constantly re-creating itself, the eternal return, and other things such as the phoenix which operate in cycles that begin anew as soon as they end. It can also represent the idea of primordial unity related to something existing in or persisting from the beginning with such force or qualities it cannot be extinguished. Souce: Wikipedia)

    Sending you all my best wishes!. Aquileana 😀

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