Sun in Sagittarius, Administration; Moon in Virgo, Purity-->Libra, Beauty; foci in 10, Honor and 3, Communication
/moon goes void-of-course at 3:45a PT | 6:45a ET | 11:45a UT
until it enters Libra at 2:01p PT | 5:01p ET | 10:01p UT
}Reflections of Greatness{
She makes up for the show sitting at the mirror in her
Dressing room. Music removes the dullness of routine.
Energy brims over into and through work. Finances are clarified on this first day of a two-month Bright Hermetic Epoch. Activity at home is strengthening.
The violinist's strains echo through the darkness of the
Backness of the stage. Someone respected is missing.
Whoever is missing as a holiday approaches is missed more poignantly. Good taste and generosity are uplifting. Everyone wants to be remembered for some nobility.
She calls too many people on her phone. Some are likewise
Sitting in front of mirrors: Reflections audible and visible.
People want to look well and may forget how others look or what their deeper Reflections convey beyond their shadow selves. Forgetting oneself in remembering others is a serendipity.
The automobile is useless unless employed in service.
Its threshold to be crossed recumbs beyond known highways.
We sense something better trying to manifest through the human race. We rise toward it; try to make it happen sincerely. Its Secret is beyond us but we smell and feel it.
The one remembered had his moments and his character.
He overshadows the living who imitate the richness of his spirit.
We make concessions to our weakness until a fine example stirs us to something higher. His or her reflection Beyond lifts our aspiration.
{Wednesday} {Reflections of Greatness}
Cosmic Piper
Thursday 28 November 2013
Moon on course
Luna enters the Via Combusta at 5:32p PT | 8:32p ET | 1:32a(F) UT
}Giving Thanks{
"Let there be music" is the theme as an ancient book
Limns paths of light through sonic heiroglyphs.
We know more than we put in words. Our best music is of the soul. Outward study, however, can secure it if we ponder the right texts. They are deep, lost to the superficial.
A pig knows not the sense of "overeating"
But a boy with a candle sublimates appetite.
This holiday has its dangers. Perhaps the sin of gluttony is forgiven by the angels--if we are really giving thanks. Youth knows how foolish rules can be yet also opts out of decadence quite blithely.
The feast is endless, nothing missing, too many choices;
The goodness of living fulfills through abject luxury.
We feel we can have whatever we want. We cast energies in dissolute directions. Nonchalant attractions spring from nowhere, and delight.
He rides his hobby horse in circular paths.
His teacher is a guide whose guidance boomerangs.
All teach others. All teach themselves.
Incense wafts among the satiated as their scent-sense
Gets the drift of ancient methods, texts, and magnanimities.
The Great Work is comprehended and performed by each man and each woman, all stars, in this or another incarnation. The youngest and the oldest sometimes seem nearer the goal than those in the middle, all so worldly-occupied.
To the ever-glorious Master of the Work, all thanks and praise!
{Thursday} {Giving Thanks}
Cosmic Piper
Cosmic Piper
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