| astrologizing.net Cancer New Moon Journal 2 Capricorn Full Moon Tuesday, July 7, 2009. Keywords: Signed, sealed, and stamped. |
I was lucky enough to see the almost full Moon last night when the clouds broke during thunderstorms. This
evening I received "My Poem" that I had asked Mark Kreuger to pen for me. It brought tears to my eyes:
Sue Gagliardi, A Poem of You
Beauty is judged the harshest. Beauty realizes the hushed wonder. Heard, but not seen. Scenes....... but,
no herd. Hark. Harken. With will nipped in the Buddha, she mans the tiller in ether oar situations. Her
strength goeth before the fallen. Onward chastened soldiers.
You are fully flowered.
Ripe.
Ignored in your centerrefuge.
All wheels. All wonders. Goddesscent.
She knows not, her mighty ways. She feels heavier than heavy. She weights in the eternity of dull and
dullard, the curds that are the whey of the world.
Queen be. Let your bloomin' flower floresce. Hear thee now!
You have returned to where you ended beginning to find yourself. You lost yourself to realize that you
are yourself. You are no longer halved but the Have Not. You are Unbegotten. You are.
The man is child to the woman. Whoa is he. She looms. She weaves. She shapes the fabric. He's a
needle in her stack. She.... she longs for herself. Let all the rest be friend and faire. Love's the thing the
naughty, aweful thing. And there are other things to doodle. So ondoodle, on infraction, on silly.
Whatever you choose.
For she laughs greatest who laughs first. For great she sees, and great she holds. The art of art.
Love thou art.
Art thou love?
Too much work wearies the workette. Too much play is less the work and all the better. There, it is said.
Now let it be undone. Laze about the life as ye choose. Power comes and goes and comes. So let it
come. Let yourself come. Oh come oh ye fulfilled. Play til the sacred cows come homeless. Express
untrain.
You have heard more stories than you can bear. You have felt the whip and smelled the lost. The
broken you cannot fix. You tried, you heroed. Now, stop, unstrap the sword, some, as much as you can
unmuster, but rest, lest the pests get the rest. You are a thing of beauty, so get Her rest.
The middle way is not taoist. It's hell, that you, have lived in, longfully. Step out. Weigh nothing. Throw
away the mask, drop the scales. You are an artist who reflects. They, them, are their own afterthought.
Give it no mind. Mind your own peace and cues.
Lonely never goes away. It's the sound of the Dream. Be and the world be with you. Therein layeth the
beauty. The beauty that you Sue have realized so fully, so bloomishly. Just because others don't
recognize you doesn't mean you are not you. You are so you, you've got you to spare and that got you
rather involved in other yous until you seemingly lost you.
Mirror mirror of it all, it just flickers on the wall. On and off, yang and yingy ding ding yingy. It all wheels in
all the deals, but now, you, can come off the clock, the nervous tick the empty tock. You have seen,
around all the corners, you're circle full.
The face and force of your flowering is gift for all, for you and for all.
There is nothing more than could be said than that!
Shine on Sue,
Mark
Mark Krueger
mark@in2light.com
310.717.3671
http://www.in2light.com/
evening I received "My Poem" that I had asked Mark Kreuger to pen for me. It brought tears to my eyes:
Sue Gagliardi, A Poem of You
Beauty is judged the harshest. Beauty realizes the hushed wonder. Heard, but not seen. Scenes....... but,
no herd. Hark. Harken. With will nipped in the Buddha, she mans the tiller in ether oar situations. Her
strength goeth before the fallen. Onward chastened soldiers.
You are fully flowered.
Ripe.
Ignored in your centerrefuge.
All wheels. All wonders. Goddesscent.
She knows not, her mighty ways. She feels heavier than heavy. She weights in the eternity of dull and
dullard, the curds that are the whey of the world.
Queen be. Let your bloomin' flower floresce. Hear thee now!
You have returned to where you ended beginning to find yourself. You lost yourself to realize that you
are yourself. You are no longer halved but the Have Not. You are Unbegotten. You are.
The man is child to the woman. Whoa is he. She looms. She weaves. She shapes the fabric. He's a
needle in her stack. She.... she longs for herself. Let all the rest be friend and faire. Love's the thing the
naughty, aweful thing. And there are other things to doodle. So ondoodle, on infraction, on silly.
Whatever you choose.
For she laughs greatest who laughs first. For great she sees, and great she holds. The art of art.
Love thou art.
Art thou love?
Too much work wearies the workette. Too much play is less the work and all the better. There, it is said.
Now let it be undone. Laze about the life as ye choose. Power comes and goes and comes. So let it
come. Let yourself come. Oh come oh ye fulfilled. Play til the sacred cows come homeless. Express
untrain.
You have heard more stories than you can bear. You have felt the whip and smelled the lost. The
broken you cannot fix. You tried, you heroed. Now, stop, unstrap the sword, some, as much as you can
unmuster, but rest, lest the pests get the rest. You are a thing of beauty, so get Her rest.
The middle way is not taoist. It's hell, that you, have lived in, longfully. Step out. Weigh nothing. Throw
away the mask, drop the scales. You are an artist who reflects. They, them, are their own afterthought.
Give it no mind. Mind your own peace and cues.
Lonely never goes away. It's the sound of the Dream. Be and the world be with you. Therein layeth the
beauty. The beauty that you Sue have realized so fully, so bloomishly. Just because others don't
recognize you doesn't mean you are not you. You are so you, you've got you to spare and that got you
rather involved in other yous until you seemingly lost you.
Mirror mirror of it all, it just flickers on the wall. On and off, yang and yingy ding ding yingy. It all wheels in
all the deals, but now, you, can come off the clock, the nervous tick the empty tock. You have seen,
around all the corners, you're circle full.
The face and force of your flowering is gift for all, for you and for all.
There is nothing more than could be said than that!
Shine on Sue,
Mark
Mark Krueger
mark@in2light.com
310.717.3671
http://www.in2light.com/
| Disseminating Phase of Moon |
| Disseminating Phase of the Capricorn Full Moon Sat. July 11, 2009. Keywords: Sharing, teaching, enthusiasm |
Here it is Saturday already and I need to go to the store if I'm ever going to get out of here by Tuesday
morning. It does take a lot for me to leave for a week. I start making lists a couple of weeks ahead. I've
got my list made and now it's just finding time; shopping, visiting kids tomorrow, playing bridge on
Monday as usual, washing my hair, laundry, packing, making lists for Len. Oh, I'll make it; it just seems
daunting. I can't wait to see my sister, niece and nephew, and their darling Noah. And their dog!
Oh, I forgot; I have to set up all my pages on this site before I go. This isn't working on my laptop yet. Ho
Hum, better get started. Here's a pic of Grandma Carol, Noah, and his new dog.
morning. It does take a lot for me to leave for a week. I start making lists a couple of weeks ahead. I've
got my list made and now it's just finding time; shopping, visiting kids tomorrow, playing bridge on
Monday as usual, washing my hair, laundry, packing, making lists for Len. Oh, I'll make it; it just seems
daunting. I can't wait to see my sister, niece and nephew, and their darling Noah. And their dog!
Oh, I forgot; I have to set up all my pages on this site before I go. This isn't working on my laptop yet. Ho
Hum, better get started. Here's a pic of Grandma Carol, Noah, and his new dog.
