I believe in Nature

I believe in the reality of Nature

Not the mechanical reality
of the nine-to-fivers
With their flawed calendars
and false clocks
searching for eternal youth

Not the one that destroys
the true rhythms of Nature
and feed on the worship
of sickness and plastic

I believe in the reality of Nature
Where all things have their place
Perfectly in sync with each other;
every moments are filled with Gods
feasting on each other

From the time I opened my eyes
To the time of my last breath
I kneel down at the altar of Nature
and worship the only true rhythms
that regulates her perfection

Moon in Cancer Musing

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Find your sanctuary
the quiet space between
your roots 
and your heart
where the creative center reside
within the safety of yourself

There you will find the endless memories
of all who came before you
Hopes and wishes on a silver thread
will lead you back
to the treasures
of what really matters and what can be buried.

 

Painting by Aron Wiesenfeld

The Peak of Sweetness

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A brief moment of glory
Sitting on her golden throne
Her eyes rest on the bounty

There are many secrets hidden in the heart
that only time can expose
The maiden is fair and fertile
for a season only

After the decline of the light
A sacrifice of flesh
What is concealed will be revealed
when pride turns to humility

The ripen fruit must fall
at the peak of sweetness
To process and preserve
the memory of summer’s caress

 

A Sun-Neptune Poem

 

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The light of the Sun shimmers
on the surface of eternity

Bringing to life
countless soulful diamonds

Each one of them
with a unique sparkle

And for a moment
we believe in this design

and delineate the limits
of the boundless

So that we can celebrate
the formless and the eternal

YEAR OF THE MONKEY

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I am the seasoned traveler
of the Labyrinth.
The genius of alacrity,
wizard of the impossible.
My brilliance is yet unmatched
in its originality.
My heart’s filled with potent magic
that could cast a hundred spells.
I am put together
for mine own pleasure.

 

– © Theodora Lau – The Monkey from The Handbook of Chinese Horoscopes

Desiderata by Max Ehrmann

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly, and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love – for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you from misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

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DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT

Poem by Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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A house without owners: A 12th House Poem

I live in the 12th house
Where the echoes are as vivid as dreams
Echoes of victory
reminding me
that nothing is forever but the dream.

Fool yourself once, fool yourself twice
It doesn’t matter.
The last step before relinquishing the body
is not for the faint of hearts.
You do not wonder here
You surrender.
All the bad decision summoned as an offering
An offering to the bad spirits who resides here.
Beyond the frontiers of the mundane,
beyond the frontiers of the known.
Contemplating nothingness

Decadence of the unconscious
and all that it entails.

Echoes of victory
are but a dream to remind you
that nothing is forever but the dream.
Power is useless in the 12th house
The light is dim, there is no path.
We go within and we go without.
Listening to the echoes, fooled once, fooled twice
It doesn’t matter.

In a house without owners
dining on solitude and wine.
Away from prying eyes
Praying
Drinking
Praying
Undoing

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The Moon in Virgo Man

Man of this earth,

Your hands are busy crafting, shaping ideas into forms

Touching wood, feeling for perfection

Turning romance into a work in progress

Your habits becomes an hymn

Whisper in my ear, your to-do list,

messages from the gods.

A healthy dose of fresh air, makes you a careful lover.

The Sun is setting, you make a fire

with your hands, you shape tomorrow.

There is a lot of work to be done

and you will rise with the Sun

birds chirping and all.

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