Retrograde

 

Stop crying, "What should I do?

Mercury is in retrograde!"

What you should do is

dance like the sky.

All horoscopes tell one story.

The universe is your reflection.

O yes, your swirl of sun, moon,

and planets has its own

feral rhythm, hardly a waltz.

But those chimeric

baubles and spheres

are wind chimes in the illusion

of distance, all moved

by one breath, yours.

Seven billion birth charts

singing the same chorus:

You are made of light.

Leo, Taurus, Aries and Capricorn,

patient beasts of darkness

roaming through the meadows

of your body, munching karma:

They are not "above."

"Above" is a buried bulb

in the stillness between heartbeats,

and galaxies are clustered

on the arbor of your spine,

ripening their golden orbs

into the nectar of awakening:

ferment That!

Drink the vintage of

pure Being, 100 proof.

Don't get burned by little sparks

falling back down:

Become the fire!

 

 

 

Painting by Bill Bell, 'The Astrologer's Dream'