 4 Jun 2012 @ 10:10
Eclipse, 2012
All the pages of this morning’s newspaper have been turned.
The comics and the crossword,
Did the Cardinals Win last night? Update on the weather,
and what to look for in the sky tonight.
Any neighborhood shootings last night?
Anyone whose star crossed a bullet through moonlight?
All through the streets of the City,
All of us belong to one of twelve houses.
Horoscopes are on the crosswords page.
One twelfth of us are going to have this kind of a day.
I am born in the sign of harvest woman. I am born with Dawn.
My Solar Disc is rising with her.
Dawn pulls my heartstrings,
And my native season is late summer – early autumn,
As a cooler breeze washes across the fields
Following the warmest days of summer,
And as the first blush of yellow, orange, and red
Tints the leaves of summer’s sea of green.
Mythical characters – goddess of Love, Feathered Serpent –
And all of many others – are spoken of in stories around the globe.
Imaginary men and women, centaurs and flying horses –
Hippopotamus as Great Bear, and the Hunter and his hound,
Remind us that there are things we do not know about
That play a role in our lives,
And these creatures from our most distant past might say
That if we pay attention, we might see some connection
Between What is going on in the sky, the directions in our lives,
And the meanings we create.
The ancients would not have known Uranus or Neptune,
As far as we know, but they spent countless hours
following what they could see.
They would have had the time and silence
to make observations that many of us
Currently do not hear.
If you want to know about the stars and the planets,
It’s about listening.
There was no sea of fluorescent lamps stretching towards the horizon
in every direction from the surface of the stone platform
at the top of the Yucatan pyramids.
There was only the dark or moonlit carpet
Of the jungle canopy from above.
And at every other megalithic site on Earth,
Men and women had time to follow the sky
And there was darkness all around.
To follow the stars and the planets, enter the darkness,
And Listen, to the place in your heart,
where they were seeded when you took your first breath
and made your first cry into this strange universe.
And hopefully,
your name will not be in tomorrow morning’s newspaper,
and you can read what your sign has in store for you.
John Ashbaugh
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