Today is a day of balance, the equinox, a holy day. Today is a day of the marriage of the divine masculine and feminine in a potent form. The sun enters Libra, ruled by Venus, goddess of love, beauty, creativity, harmony and the sacred mysteries, and the moon enters Aries, warrior god, lover, dancer, at the full. A rare combination that the full moon falls right on the equinox and the two archetypal lovers meet.
In Greek mythology, Aphrodite (Venus) and Aries were passionate lovers. They hold the energies of the divine feminine and masculine in a powerful, distilled form.
Love, relationships, balance, harmony, beauty are called to the fore at this equinox. We are challenged to shed the old selves, old habits, fears, ways of hiding out. We are called to shine in a fuller radiance of who we can be, who we truly are, what's possible. We are called to be creators of beauty, not ugliness. We are asked to contribute to the Divine plan, to contribute the best of what we have to give.
Can we rise beyond our fears and addictions to become Love, fully Love? Can we stand in the mystery and wonder, not needing to know, not needing to be in charge? Can we freefall in surrender to the Divine, moving in our lives?
What is the best we have to give? Will we give it today? Will we give wholeheartedly, without reservations?
Today is a sacred day. How will we honor it in speech, action, being, loving?
Fear shakes my body. Doubt rattles my mind. I want to be a turtle and pull in all my limbs. But this day asks me to rise, to be the lover and the beloved, to find the union within, the song of creation, and to participate in that song.
I am moved to tears as i feel this profound union in the heavens, which is mirrored here on earth--how the universe is calling us to greater being, to shed the ways of the past and become the Truth.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Thursday, September 9, 2010
From where i sit
From where i sit, horses run across a flat black field, a sheen of dark water, the imagination roaming free, the word evocative. From where i sit, pebbles in a wooden cup. The music underneath the music. Always this longing, this sadness. But great sparkles of illumination, witness, radiance, the heart-felt joy.
From where i sit, a little pirate encased in plastic, far from sea. The soothing stops. The fire burns hotter. Some days you must be responsible only to yourself. The weather turns. Cobwebs mar the view. How long will it take to scatter them all? Sometimes the wind is its own fair music and it is enough. The greenery folds. I cannot meet your every need, nor you mine. Desire is a vast field. We will never come to the end of it. Some people think being plainspoken is a virtue. I say, where are your pockets? Where is your sense of pleasure, rhyme?
From where i sit, the words stack up like armies, intent on landscape, conquest, view. Sex, of course, is another form of conquest, but not like you think. The self is devoured. Meridian, understanding, they ask me to reveal them, the words, but they are flat eyes staring. I don't know the answer to the riddle.
From where i sit, a little pirate encased in plastic, far from sea. The soothing stops. The fire burns hotter. Some days you must be responsible only to yourself. The weather turns. Cobwebs mar the view. How long will it take to scatter them all? Sometimes the wind is its own fair music and it is enough. The greenery folds. I cannot meet your every need, nor you mine. Desire is a vast field. We will never come to the end of it. Some people think being plainspoken is a virtue. I say, where are your pockets? Where is your sense of pleasure, rhyme?
From where i sit, the words stack up like armies, intent on landscape, conquest, view. Sex, of course, is another form of conquest, but not like you think. The self is devoured. Meridian, understanding, they ask me to reveal them, the words, but they are flat eyes staring. I don't know the answer to the riddle.
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