Within Equinoxes And Solstices

p. 263 of my book referring to Hamlet’s
Mill by Santilla and von Dechend – the Mill
of the Gods which this little fairy does not
want to move at all, down in the sea…

The Celestial sphere is a piece of machinery
like a millwheel, like a churn, like a whirlpool,
this machine turns endlessly (motions calibrated
by the sun moving between constellations –

within equinoxes and solstices…

I pasted copies of the original in my scrapbook
but never indicated the original book’s title….

Mythological Prison Of Astrological Proportions

Oh , dire the prediction by Linda Goodmann –
beware the month of August if you were born on
the 24th of any month; August is the month of
change – cusp and azimuth come into play,
and you will pay for your sin of arriving on
the 24th day by feelings of increasing fatigue
in this month – I feel myself growing weaker,
succumbing to Linda Goodmann’s prophecies;
sinking lower in my chair, resting my head on
my arms, seeing holes of emptiness everywhere,
feeling steel wires encircling my head and binding
my neck; I’m in a mythological prison of astrological
proportions; I had better read Linda again to make sure
I know exactly why being a 24th person is such a sin –
but I sigh in contentment, since suffering is a God-given
privilege and duty and society insists we MUST have
a cross to bear - choke in a yoke of psychological
dimensions; I’m fulfilling a serious requirement
of this dream I call my life – flowing within the
confines thought up by religion and science alike….

Under The Sea Of Probability

While the little fairy is turning the old mill
under the sea of probability, sitting in
Translation Tower and dreaming of a
future faraway and free; Sharazd is
floating in the coolest part of the
swamp, exchanging reptilian ESP
with Oke Al, who is so bemused by
all his adventures, and so becalmed by
the softly lapping waters, he is completely
content and drowsily floating off into a new Nirvana…

Thinking of my unknown love,
not hearing words or seeing faces,
but ever so much more: Feeling light
vibrations, registered as the sweetest incense
in the coolest air; the most nostalgic minor chord
in D; the most enchanting whispers all about –
filling my heart with enchanting mystery;
clothing my mind with bewitching sorcery –
how I love this ecstasy, how I adore to be
floating off on the beauty of dreams
radiating into infinity!

Blown Away

I am blown away by the beauty of your ideas,
the meaning, the dream therein; I am dreaming
on it now, while I sit behind my desk at work;
trying to occupy my mind with blue legal phrases
in French and their super-correct analogue in
red-hot lingua franca English – but since I can
happily declare, I failed abominably to remain
fettered to this moment and anchored in visible
reality; I dashed off to the corner you occupy in
the universe and found a new reality that soothed
my spirits and calmed my mind and filled my heart
with joy, reading and pondering,
never wanting to stop…

I refuse to cry about not having met you yet –
because tomorrow is as wide as the ocean and the
rest of our lives are as big as the universe; how can
you predict what will happen; why cry over probabilities
and possibilities not realized yet – when at any moment
on any day, a decision might be made; a happy cusp of
new circumstances might blow me your way – or even
bring you here on a magical day? I shall keep on
dreaming, adding this event to my store of most
beautiful events, and prepare my manners; study
the book on corporate protocol, and greet you with
perfect poise when I make your acquaintance –
by preparing and visualizing, I send a message
to the universe that this is the ultimate in happiness –
and by glorying in the dream, open a wide rift in the
fabric of reality in which this will become a sure
occurrence! I shall pronounce my words very
strangely, always playing with accents and
ideas – put I’ll be intrigued by how you
speak also, and everything I hear!

The Ancient Mill Under The Sea

The ancient Mill under the Sea -
called Hamlet’s Mill by Von Deschend
and De Santillana – the ancient axis
of the earth showing how the planet
is rolling like a ship – should the tilt
become too much and earth becomes
an irregularly spinning top, the poles
would shift and cataclysms would
follow; though after a LONG period
of sun cycle changes, the sun’s poles
will shift forcing those on earth to
change also – yet life will continue
to exist as life is conscious energy,
untouchable by physical changes –
and this ancient Mill is the one that
the little fairy is so unwilling to turn…

Covered The Grey Day With Blue

Did not get the equation right for healthy living,
nearly fell into a coma around lunch-time, but
just like these blue butterflies, I covered the
grey day with blue!

Moonlight Sonata Saudade

Every time I visit my mother and sister,
they have to suffer through my rendition
of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, though
I can't play it well, the notes swell in my
soul and give expression to every feeling
of saudade that I can't identify
otherwise...