Inspiration

Kabir on Darkness

kabirThe Celtic festival of Samhain, where the veils between worlds is at its thinnest, occurs on November 7 at the midpoint between the Fall Equinox and the Winter Solstice (at 15 degrees Scorpio). Samhain celebrates the darkest time of the year and the ascendancy of the Holly King (darkness) over the Oak King (light).

This poem by Kabir is a beautiful remembrance of the power of darkness.

The darkness of night is coming along fast, and
the shadows of love close in the body and
the mind. Open the window to the west, and disappear
into the air inside you.

Near your breastbone there is an open flower.
Drink the honey that is all around that flower.
Waves are coming in:
there is so much magnificence near the ocean!
Listen: Sound of big seashells! Sound of bells!

Kabir says: Friend, listen, this is what I have to say:
The Guest I love is inside me!

–translation by Robert Bly

(Thanks to Zentio)

By | 2007-10-29T13:15:32+00:00 October 29th, 2007|Inspiration|0 Comments

Trust the Planets

8198088_sAfter over 25 (gak!!) years of studying astrology and 20 years doing readings I never doubt the planets. I may doubt the client’s memory or understanding, or my own interpretations, but I never doubt that the astrology is correct.

Sometimes, like today, I do a consultation with a client who is in the middle of a devastating experience. Newly single, afraid of the future – in the middle of beautifully optimistic planetary cycles. It would not occur to me to think that the planets are incorrect: instead, it shows me that for this individual, this challenging period is an incredibly exciting time of change and liberation.

We think of Jupiter as a beneficial planet, yet it is often present in death charts. We think of Saturn as evil and malefic, yet many people experience great achievement and success during their Saturn returns. Left by his wife a man may feel he is overwhelmed by darkness, yet the road ahead is strewn with Jupiter and Uranus transits that will open his world in ways he never dreamed possible. Sometimes we are not that lucky; sometimes times of crisis go on for years with Pluto separating us from all that we treasure. But we can look at the Pluto cycles and anticipate that we will be asked to surrender pieces of ourselves that no longer serve us, and trust that we are being guided toward greater wholeness. Even that information can be incredibly useful.

We often think we know all there is to know, but we only see a glimmer of the truth.

By | 2007-10-25T06:32:31+00:00 October 25th, 2007|Inspiration|0 Comments

Sunday Poetry from Owl’s Daughter

Thanks to for this beautiful poem.

The End of Summer
by Peter J. Gorham

Turn and take the summer with you to its fall.
Take away its outlook and its need–
the message of the sun at hilltop–
and hand it to the courier, who waits
to run the valleys and the shade
and hand it in good season
to its heir.

It has blessed you, truly once again
but summer goes its way, it must,
and craggy hands of autumn
seduce you fresh with promises
filled in blinding summer light,
unnoticed, not ahead.
Ahead lies cold incrimination
that faults you yet again
for missing twice the splendour.

Do not rush aestival’s cool end,
for behind her is the icy breath of winter.
Hold her hot against your form
and let her breathe her lovefire on you
and make you sweat
beneath her crushing heat.
Hold her as you know
that she’ll be gone soon,
and in her place will be the snow.

Copyright © 2004 Peter J. Gorham
photo by John Lund/Sam Diephuis from Jupiterimages.com

By | 2007-09-23T13:59:00+00:00 September 23rd, 2007|Inspiration|Comments Off on Sunday Poetry from Owl’s Daughter

There is a crack…that’s how the light gets in

ANTHEM by Leonard Cohen
a song for the end of Saturn in Leo
and the new eclipse cycle

The birds they sang
at the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don’t dwell on what
has passed away
or what is yet to be.

Ah the wars they will
be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
bought and sold
and bought again
the dove is never free.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.

We asked for signs
the signs were sent:
the birth betrayed
the marriage spent
Yeah the widowhood
of every government —
signs for all to see.

I can’t run no more
with that lawless crowd
while the killers in high places
say their prayers out loud.
But they’ve summoned, they’ve summoned up
a thundercloud
and they’re going to hear from me.

Ring the bells that still can ring …

You can add up the parts
but you won’t have the sum
You can strike up the march,
there is no drum
Every heart, every heart
to love will come
but like a refugee.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.
That’s how the light gets in.
That’s how the light gets in.

By | 2007-09-09T11:45:00+00:00 September 9th, 2007|Inspiration|Comments Off on There is a crack…that’s how the light gets in
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