The Starry Night. Vincent van Gogh. 1889.
The Starry Night
The town does not
exist
except where one
black-haired tree slips
up like a drowned
woman into the hot sky.
The town is silent.
The night boils with eleven stars.
Oh starry starry
night! This is how
I want to die.
It moves. They are
all alive.
Even the moon
bulges in its orange irons
to push children,
like a god, from its eye.
The old unseen
serpent swallows up the stars.
Oh starry starry
night! This is how
I want to die:
into that rushing
beast of the night,
sucked up by that
great dragon, to split
from my life with
no flag,
no belly,
no cry.
Ann Sexton
CHICCHAN
Kin 145: Red Lunar Serpent
I polarize in order to survive
Stabilizing instinct
I seal the store of life force
With the lunar tone of challenge
I am guided by the power of navigation.
The same Great Cosmic Mind exists in every single galaxy. It permeates the universal space and universal time.*
*Star Traveler's 13 Moon Almanac of Synchronicity, Galactic Research Institute, Law of Time Press, Ashland, Oregon, 2014-2015.
Svadhistana Chakra
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