So much has been written and unwritten
Opening and closing of books, so much activity
My impressions always change
Each puzzle, un-puzzled
One shares ways to look at things
Noticing arrangements and choices
Every poem and thought is not shared here.
Learning to experiment with the joy – bursting
Opening, infinitely, the little boxes of treasures
Valuing each aspect of the surprise
Everyone gets some
Special detail, inscription, sacred space.
You know,
Orbits are made with magic pens
Used by the invisible Masters.
I was inspired by Deanne to write a 10 line poem on love with 4 words in each line and the word love in each line. If anyone wants to write a poem on love, please leave a link to your poem in the comment’s section 🙂 or leave it on Deanne’s page, and/or both.
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.
“The flute of interior time is played whether we hear it or not,
What we mean by “love” is its sound coming in.
When love hits the farthest edge of excess, it reaches a wisdom.
And the fragrance of that knowledge!
It penetrates our thick bodies,
It goes through walls –
Its network of notes has a structure as if a million suns were arranged inside.
This tune has truth in it.
Where else have you heard a sound like this?” ~Kabir
Everything is all about music to me, especially these days. I attended a Woman’s drum circle this past weekend. My re-built drum did not accompany me – because the ‘new’ skin broke off literally 2 days after I got it back. Needless to say, I re-lived its first destruction (at least a little bit). This Mercury retrograde has been, by far, my “most retro-grade” Mercury experience to date.
I’m quite the skeptical astrologer – always have been. I aim to check any self-fulfilling prophecies at the doorway of my experience. I want to be sure that I am present to what life is presenting to me – and not just what I want to create/imagine consciously, or unconsciously. I’m sure that the majority of us keep that spirit in our readings. Easier said then done, and quite difficult to explain –but maintaining openness to the reality unfolding naturally, nevertheless is/and has been, my intention.
One of my favorite anime series highlights this aspect of divination that was ‘taught’ to me by a little character named Hitomi and her counterpart, Von. If you want to read more about it. You can here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Vision_of_Escaflowne I will say, though, that I think just reading about it won’t take you on the journey. I think you might have to take the journey with the characters in order to understand what I mean.
The series is an excellent lesson about fear, and what it means to overcome fear. It’s also about relationships and pride. Personally, I did not care much for the movie version of Escaflowne at the time when I saw it many years ago. However, the series, upon some years of reflection – has been a teacher to me. In fact, you have to watch it all up to the end to really understand ‘the investment’ involved in the journey – you need to identify with the charactersin order to be released of them as you let go of the story at its own, natural end.
~Perhaps we need not be too quick to separate from the past; after all we realize that the past has its own natural time for departure. All we can do, is support the great passage, and the message of Love. As the Spirit moves us…
UPDATE: My drum is done! This time it has a little hook where I can keep my wedding rings 🙂 and a peace sign was added. Yay!!
It’s a simple question. The question itself i – when repeated – its own medicine. Who’s responsible for benefiting, perceiving, healing? You.
The truth for me is that I don’t really know in advance whether or not someone can benefit from any of my actions, good intentions, sharing of experiences. From any of my own work on myself. The truth is that I don’t know anything except that I am lucky to be alive and relatively healthy.
Maybe that is all I need to know. Whether in service to ‘self’ or ‘other’ a dualistic mind is still in the trappings of duality. However, if there is no ‘me’ and no ‘you,’ that is perhaps a possible definition of an inefficient brain. Discretion has a purpose, but who’s is worth relying on, other than your own? Ask.
We need to make constructions, make assumptions, think and have reason or else we might lose purpose, direction, and/or develop an inability to operate in the world. But to think and reason too much, gives us this false sense of power. Instead just ask, what is the magic working through us all? (Usually, there’s no definitive answer)
Sometimes lightness of being comes from the must curious places. Sometimes a zen koan can silence your mind instead of eliciting an endless response of ricochet. Sometimes “call and response” signatures can bring forth the most beautiful music.
That’s where I am now. I don’t ask you to benefit from reading this. I write it for me. My drum is nearly ready for the circle.
Aloha.
Please these videos remind me of my time spent in Africa, and my time spent in Pennsylvania…(either drumming, or my one and only ethnomusicology class) and probably further back.
Thanks to youtube: I found this: my favorite from my enthomusicology class back in early 2000ish. This CD was stolen with a couple of precious sterling silver rings when an apartment I had was broken into (twice!) back in Pittsburgh. You know… I take this, as God’s return of love to me… joy, and the happiness of life! You will be healed!
P.S. So far I am keeping my original ‘typos,’ in some cases, they were appropriately wrong.
“Life has it’s own rhythm and you cannot impose your own structure upon it—you have to listen to what it tells you… It’s not earth that you move with a tractor—life is not like that. Life is more like earth that you learn about and plant seeds in.” —Jeff Buckley (inspired by a FB post_ and my notes)
Heart Location:
Whoever you are
who makes me tick…
In the mediastinum of the thoracic cavity
2/3 left of center
whatever nature magically
attunes me
Hangs like a frame in the center of your Skeleton House. The top Center.
Base of Heart is Above
And its Apex Below
Like an inverted triangle is the female
Birthing downward
And making more Earth.
❤
You can view some of Abby’s Art @ https://www.facebook.com/Finchfight
R a I n BoW
this day, on morning dew
reflects
all my dreams…
Every challenge overcome,
all wounds kissed
and healed.
I live in a magical droplet of light.
this is my home.
I go to the windy deck to seek out something ancient.
Or, was I called there?
The simple act of opening the portal door onto the platform of the deck, mists my face, nothing more. It is a chilly silence with the hint of a whisper. “Come closer to the edge..”
Like the wooden frame of the ship creaking under the pressure of the water, the ship speaks, directing me to the groans of my own container, moving along through the water as a heavy being.
Groaning. Old. Ancient. Made of bones, a passage from Africa to Brazil
In the middle of the ocean… fruitless death
1.7 million slaves never made it to Brazil from Africa, and can I hear the muffled screams of the dead. I can feel their floating graves underneath the bottom of the sea –so deep- yet anchorless.
This woke me.
Not one voice, but the voices of many… at night, woke me.
They said, “remember this, and take our unborn home with you. No freedom is in death, but a soul-awakened is never alone…”
Fiesta Estrellas 
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