There are some lovely writings on the internet about Chiron in Pisces - least of which, my new friend and Chiron expert Joyce Mason - check out her work here. For a more humorous slant try this from the Distracted Astrologer. As for me, perhaps in keeping with my current mood, and perhaps in true Piscean style, I'll commit my thoughts to Poetry:
Chiron in Pisces by Tony Vowles
Fish, with a key
Tired of the gill
Swimming up
Brings an army, and thrill
A fisher waits
Baiting a trap
Eyes dart; I'll save thee!
Ripples bring sight
The feed
Food for one
Breath for some
God's beast wants more than feed
Feeling the makers line, the lock
They have the key
Turning ripples
A frenzy of feed, gasping for breath
All eyes stare to the firemaker
A flame of resurgence
And he waits to pick.....
The worthy among
The brave, the young
The ones that inspired
The others to come
Gills into mouth
Mouth into gill
Freedom from oceans
Boiling, bubbling still
Paddling hooves
Arrows so true
Standing together
Out of the blue
Dark places, so dank
So corrupt
Hurts to do this
But still they must try
Willing victims
Escape from the cry
(What good does it offer to swim in blind circles?)
Beast joining man
Man joining beast
Catching the feed
Still wanting more
Killed by death
A release to be free
Staring in the face
Of blind humanity.
2 comments:
Tony, thanks for honoring Chiron's ingress with a poem! I love the image of "paddling hooves" and your capsule on Chiron's implications both personal and collective.
And thanks for linking to my post! There's also an excellent one on Mandi Lockley's Astroair, which seems to have prompted a poetic reply from the first commenter. I bring this up because I'm about to publish a poetry book, and it never occurred to me how much Chiron in Pisces might bring a renaissance of poetry for dealing with personal and collective pain. We are on a theme and a roll on this topic! I just bought a book on the power of poetry to heal, "Saved by a Poem" by Kim Rosen. As a fellow poet, I'm thrilled to see where this leads us during Chiron in Pisces.
Chironic Vision
Part I
The future descends
from the fear-embroidered skies
the vision is of holocaust --
when everybody dies
A new day is dawning, but is it sun or storm?
We have a chance to make our mark
but is it right or wrong?
The military marches
The anti-warriors too
We take our stand in battle
The many and the few
Spinning tales of magic, of wizardry and fate
We want to know just how it ends before it's all too late
We sing our song too late
We right our wrongs too late
We want to know the date
To find a better fate
Can I tell you?
Can I help you to know or understand?
Can I utter the words that will make you see me?
Standing here before you, I want to take your hand
to be swirled up into a magical dancing
to be taken to worlds of beauty entrancing
to give you the will and the wonder to set you free.
Can you see me?
Plutonic Verse
As long as it matters that I exist
As long as I've something to go back to
As long as there is a community of which I am an integral part
The rest is just details
And though "the devil is in the details"
So are the gods.
One Hand Clapping
Is a reflection in a glass,
like moonlight,
half empty or half full
or, like moonlight
filled with the stuff of dreams?
What is the sound of moonlight
dripping onto the earth
down a silver stair?
What is the demand of dreamlight?
Emotion spilling onto sand or clay,
roaring like soundwaves?
Light coalescing into sound into waves into sea?
What is the demand of sky
of sea
of fire
dripping through the twilight?
Reflections
half moonlight, half mind.
Revelation
Weave into the fabric of a tribe of artistic dancers.
Fall under the spell of pure magic.
Silent night, peace and cold
Imbue me with music
In ecstasy, I dance to the stars.
(c) 2005 Laurie Corzett/libramoon
http://emergingvisions.blogspot.com
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