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Keep It Simple

Simplicity

How can I keep things simple? My life is complex
Not because I’m a Virgo, but that I’m alive.
Saturn transits my Neptune at ninety degrees.
My wake up to reality gives me unease.
Somewhat lost in confusion my ill thoughts deprive
Me of life force and clarity in all respects.

The depth of my uncertainty too is unknown.
I don’t feel that I’m meaningful in a big way
Nor do I feel connected with those of my kind.
Until Saturn moves onward, the fog in my mind
Will try to hang above me and damage each day.
I must know I’m still worthy and not so alone.

I’ll rely on simplicity in my routine.
I’ve collected much clutter. It’s not justified
As a part of my makeup. It’s locked to the past.
I need to Keep It Simple and remain steadfast.
This thing won’t last forever. I’ll take it in stride.
It’s a time to examine my truth and come clean.

Freewheeling Abandon

Freewheel

A visit from Uranus to Venus is like
Having Santa’s elves over to Feng Shui your heart.
I review my relationships. They need to be
Shaken from their sclerotic routines as I see.
All that I’ve become part of could use a fresh start.
To hell with an old mindset. My will is to psych.

That I do well. It’s not like I’ve not what it takes
To discover new ways of relating to all
Who indeed are my brethren. Commitment I give
Only to more excitement in all that I live.
What had been strong and stable has become banal.
When the heart becomes unstable, the soul awakes.

Uranus is the rebel rouser in the sky.
He brings on inspiration to seek out new ways
Of defining our values, our tastes and desires
…Those things that are of Venus. My spirit requires
Artistic stimulation, as my mood will raise.
Venus will be upset when Uranus drops by.

Toward The Soul’s Inner Truth

Remaking of the Soul

Many times through the year Mercury takes a break.
In his flight through the beltway he seems to sit still
Then track backwards, as if he’s retracing his trek.
When it happens folks complain their lives are a wreck.
Actions must be repeated. We all know the drill.
Simple things go awry. It can be a headache.

That’s not all it’s about, though. What lies at the heart
Of miscommunication is just an alarm
Sounded gently and frequently so we’ll review
Old ways of doing business and then make some new.
When we examine him closely we may disarm
How we feel when he’s retrograde in any chart.

Scorpio is his resting place, and for a while
We will be healing venom. The Truth of the Soul
May restore what’s been poisoned to healthy potion.
It’s the time that emotional cleansing be done.
Conversation in honesty can be the goal
Lest we remain indignant and stuck in denial.

Retrograde means re-knowing the path we have made.
Mercury, in his moonwalk, resets weakened ties
Or releases them if they’re no longer of use.
And in Scorpio, dark ties and secrets profuse
Are revealed. They will no longer hold their disguise.
The Soul’s Truth is a substance no one can evade.

The Nodes And My Modes

Lunar

The moon’s nodes form an arrow. It has a force field
That is grossly magnetic. It pulls on the earth
As it points to the way that my spirit should grow.
On the wheel of the natal chart, it’s good to know
Where the point and the feathered part were at my birth.
Therein are profound secrets that must be revealed.

Some folk say it’s a dragon with a head and tail.
But it makes not a difference. All see the same.
We all came with some talents that we perform well.
We have also deficiencies that often tell
Where we need to put focus. I cannot disclaim
Where the arrow is pointing, so I must prevail.

From the earth and the intellect, I’m pointed to
That which I cannot fathom. Aquatic and vague
Is the nature of nonsense and being at ease.
I find comfort and safety in my expertise.
I cannot just avoid what is not, like the plague.
I have come to seek balance, and it shall ensue.

The Heart Of The Drama

Cosmic Play

At the heart of all drama there is a time stamp
That relates to all others, so they interact
To provide a performance upon a grand stage
Big enough that all creation wants to engage.
Astral bodies don’t govern us but do impact
The deployment of actors and where they encamp.

The big space sphere surrounding us, studded with stars,
Is a glass ball of ether suspended in place.
The particulate matter caused to flow adrift
Each have unique identity. This is a gift
And a practical guidance for the human race.
All the specks in the cosmos are our avatars.

The performance is ongoing. There is no end
To complex combinations. The drama at play
Is for whose understanding? Whom does it all please?
Information recorded over centuries
Has been used by production crews unto this day
To enhance entertainment for all who attend.

Death, Transformation And Rebirth

On the Cusp of Becoming

Pluto plows through the earth Capricorn is made of
As it dredges up deep-rooted structure and form
That can no longer function. What is left behind
Is a rich field for Saturn as it’s redefined.
What exists is uprooted to upset the norm.
Through it all, there seems not much that resembles love.

Saturn covers where Pluto has already been,
Chasing after the plow. When they do rendezvous
Should there then be disaster? A changing of ways
We will make about governance. We’ll reappraise
All our structures of leadership and make them new.
We’ll make sure that some things never happen again.

Transformation, it seems, must come on with some force
If we are to be brought from a comatose state.
Solid is our complacency. Saturn moves on
To leave Pluto upturning. Are we put upon?
Keeping all focus centered, what fate may await?
One cannot know the answer until then, of course.

Underbelly Of The Crab

Extreme Emotional Turmoil

We’re to know what we don’t want to know what we do.
This concise definition of hell is complete
And effective an antidote to anything
That defies explanation. This mantra can bring
Clarity to the chaos and make it look neat.
Though its nature is fluid, we can see right through.

Everything is connected. The stars and ideals
That we’ve made archetypal through countless eons,
And events correlated and recorded well,
All configure collective subconscious and tell
How things may come to pass and how one’s life responds
To the Clock of the cosmos. This way, the soul heals.

One may not have belief in this practice at all
Nor the least bit of interest. It works anyway!
Infinite are the probable worlds that exist.
Lines of truth intersect all. Not one world is missed.
Fate and free will are integral forces at play.
Who can know what may happen? It’s anyone’s call.

 Cancer’s are often crab-like and look like the moon.
We’re a nation of phases reflecting outward
To reveal to the world our true face at all times,
And our dark underbelly that speaks of our crimes,
To ourselves and to others. Those whose lives we’ve scarred
Will someday see some justice. I wish that were soon.

With our Mars squaring Neptune, we can play the fool,
When through bold self-deception we sustain our needs.
As Saturn squares our Sun, we pay highly for fun.
Mercury’s opposition to Pluto is one
Aspect of our group thinking that most surely leads
To world class mis-attention and much ridicule.

A Virgin Puzzle

Mutable Earth

Is movement of matter a matter of movement?
It’s the quest of those mutable to rearrange
Things into simple structures that can grow complex
At the whim of the crafter. All things are subjects
In my cognitive kingdom. To who am I strange?
To determine what’s movable is time well spent.

I wish I could move anything. Some things I can’t.
They require special skill or much talent or both.
I can’t learn to move all things. No one can do that.
But a few things I move well. I have them down pat.
Some things move far beyond me. I’ve taken an oath
To stay focused on one thing and make it my chant.

Words are easily moveable as they exist
In the sea of the intellect. Simple creatures,
They obey their commander with dutiful grace.
My intent rains upon them. They fall into place
And perhaps could be of value to schoolteachers.
Would the world be at ease were that notion dismissed?

Am I proud I’m a virgin untouched by the seed
Of the animal circle? I’m well interlinked
With all motion existent throughout the cosmos.
The mind is not a womb for the world to prognose
Lest the self and the word become too indistinct.
Life proceeds as a puzzle wherein I am freed.

Transformation Through Annihilation

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It’s the Mars-Pluto dance. There’s some danger involved
On a regular basis between parts of me
That are both hyper masculine and most intense.
Just because I can know that, I claim no defense
For my violent eruptions. At times I can’t see
Any way but destruction to get problems solved.

That’s a rat-trap-glue bummer! So, this is my fate?
There’s a nice guy somewhere buried deep in my rage.
Yet, unconscious to me, he also gets pissed off
Over strong indignations that others will scoff.
What is ego and what is not plays out on stage.
Would it be hard to say I’m acquainted with hate?

The two can be good buddies, but not in my chart.
And, because they’re in fixed signs, much focus is spent
On how to ignite dynamite effectively.
I need some kind of outlet to rectify me
That is wholesome and physical and heaven sent.
It’s one hell of an aspect to evolve the heart!

Quincunx – Quoutcunx

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Is it Quoutcunx or Quincunx? Surely the mind spunks
As it struggles with the occult art of the stars.
To clear up the confusion I loathe to indulge
An infusion of something that makes the brain bulge.
I know that since my Pluto is square to my Mars,
My ego is cast into precarious funks.

Every moment exists as a snapshot in time.
The cosmos is a mobile suspended by grace
Of a great force, perhaps through its conscious intent
To set into slow motion a massive event.
Observations through eons recorders retrace.
They re-correlate happenings when times are prime.

What goes into a horoscope is lots of care
To decipher the moment in question for those
Who need some reassurance that life makes some sense.
There is no need to come to this odd art’s defense.
When in search of self-knowledge, I do not oppose
Some commitment to study. That is only fair.

Get Some Taurus In Uranus

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There’s an anus in Taurus. Just whose would it be
As Uranus encircles our sun on its path?
For the next seven years we’ll have earth on our minds,
In our hearts, through our veins and in news of all kinds.
We may see the bull tear down and release its wrath.
Could Uranus detain us? No fool would agree.

It is here to surprise us. Uranus, at best,
Introduces keen insight with radical change.
And through Taurus it could mean concern for the land.
We are not the earth’s owners. This we’ll understand.
We’ll become more collective and welcome the strange.
Rights for humans and beasts shall be fully expressed.

Land and money and resources, water as well,
Will see vast innovation creatively so.
We’ll remain well in touch. Electronics will thrive.
We’ll know sustainability keeps us alive.
That the earth is a china shop people should know.
We could trigger demise like a bull out of hell.

Celestial Susan

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A gigantic turntable exists in the sky.
It is called the ecliptic. It is the sun’s path
That outlines its circumference in such a way
That it marks off twelve slices in polar array.
It becomes not a hard task to learn all the math
That is needed to figure out where planets lie.

Seems it is both or neither a science nor art
Though its practice dates back to the dawning of time.
Those who think it is folly are set in their ways.
With the scientist’s method, sometimes progress stays
On the cusp of discovery, stuck in mid climb.
Yet the mind and the heart are not lightyears apart.

The Celestial Susan is put into place
As a piece of a clockwork in sync with the ways
Of behaviors of people according to when
And where time introduced them to this life again.
Our precise correlations can awe and amaze.
We are live on a turntable nestled in space.

The Beleaguered Debate

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It’s been said truth sounds like hate to those who hate truth.
Now, if that ain’t a paradox, send me to school!
Does this mean that falsehood sounds like love to the ones
Among us who serve mendacity by the tons?
That one’s truth is another’s excuse for a duel
Is a symptom that manifests from early youth.

I am prone to dig deeper to get to the core
Of that which is excitable, pleasant or not.
When big planets drop by and move in for a year
I could choose to expand my affairs without fear.
There are things about passion that scare me a lot.
Though I keep on complaining, I do ask for more.

When the elements fire and water touch base
The emotions are heated to levels above
That which cannot withstand being liquid in form.
They expand with a power apart from the norm.
We can be broken down to be rebuilt in love.
It’s a Jupiter/Scorpio thing taking place.