| The Gravity Of Destiny, Free Will and Ultimate Understanding Heavenly bodies spin. Planet's motion, direct and retrograde; cryptic sunrises, powerful and bold, all of destiny foretold, within the enigmatic folds of the mystic moon. What secrets does it's transits of the houses hold? Earthbound souls look on from afar, bodily trapped; and in uncertainty, obscurity, and oblivion are essentially entombed. No room as yet for this vast map of why gravity's pull has such a hold in their repertoire; doomed. Closed mind, closed door; the tide rises..... The moon hides a secret door, but those afraid to enter wax and wane in moonstruck madness, wearing many disguises, having many faces, fumbling with destiny's key; freewilledly circumventing their discovery of unity as a force of one; ....the tide goes out Plugged in as realization of subconscious and the collective unconscious approaches; ebbing and flowing and feeling then knowing what they could have all along. Somehow enlightened under the moon, soul's dance to the tune of fallen stars, risen selves hand in hand. © Sarah Gallant 2003 |