}Happy Thanksgiving{
Moon in Libra ***
< moon enters the Via Combusta at 5:43p PT | 8:43p ET | 10:43p UT (perhaps a loss of morale or a cosmic reshuffling which feels disorienting) ** <
He plows and plods; his life looks boring; he cares only to finish his
Work. The brightest colors in the sky attract no attention,
But today he is allured by a seeming aurora out of season
And place. What could it be? He looks back down at the soil.
People line up on the stairs. All move very slowly.
What is the point of this progression? A man who stages
Feats of combat, a warrior set to show prowess.
Do they want to imitate him? Just watch? Revel in power?
Riding high-speed on a horse, he hastens to carry out his
Mission, a man who teaches. His life looks romantic and wild,
But really he cares for instruction. Except when he changes pace,
Wanders to row a boat on a lake with beer at his hand.
Experiment seems the order of the day; a futurist drawing the
Project. Yet the plowman continues his work within the aurora.
{Thursday} {Happy Thanksgiving}
Cosmic Piper
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