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
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.