Autumn always takes on a new flavor of life. Looking for a poem and an image in my vast collection of poems, course essays, watercolor paintings, and photos can be overwhelming.
I looked so different through my 30s, 40s, and 50s. I was round and motherly sometimes with exceptionally long hair. Yet with a family to take care of, I guess I did not worry so much about how I looked. I was healthy. A little depressed about my images but kind of happy with how I look now, which is much different and polished.
I was looking for a poem I wrote in 1989 entitled, The Rose that Fell in Love with the Owl. I thought about this poem due to my current discovery of two clusters in the constellation of Cassiopeia.
Caroline’s Rose or the White Rose Cluster
Caroline’s Rose or the White Rose Cluster and the Owl Cluster are in the same constellation of Cassiopeia. So, the poem popped into my mind. That is one thing I have learned in my old age. My mind is particularly good at holding on to things and analyzing information. I must admit it is a strange poem after typing it up and not having read it for close to 40 years.
The Rose That Fell in Love with The Owl.
The owl to the rose:
Come visit me if you can,
Don’t come if you can’t,
For I won’t be waiting for you,
And don’t be waiting for me.
For I don’t need you,
I don’t want you,
But if you do share yourself,
That is fine with me,
Or not,
I’ll be happy either way.
For your happy, sexy, and warm,
Whether you’re with me or without me,
I’m happy, sexy, and warm,
Whether I’m with you or without you.
For we are two individuals,
I’m an owl and you are a rose,
When together or apart!
Any blending while together,
Is an experience from the heart,
For you care for me,
And I care for you,
But don’t want me,
And don’t wait for me,
For you are wanting to hold me,
Is like grasping ambiguously,
In the dark.
Watch my wings glimmer,
As I fly away.
And you’re needing to be with me,
Is only an illusionary warm spark.
The rose took a long gulp of air …
The owl:
“I don’t want to desire or have any expectations for you,
So, don’t want or desire or have any expectations for me.
Feet steeping around In light purple tennis shoes Morning crisper than it was Cyprus tree tall as a tower Dark green tall I upward gaze Looking straight up Noticing the ivy that embraces the climb Wild element of the neighborhood Sadly, gardeners often slash off all the blossoms most times, yet not here Half a block overtaken by tall Cyprus And wild dark shiny green ivy Light greets angled points and blossoms Look up and stand still Wild order Sound of harmonic honey bees Everywhere Enthusiastic peace The humming bees As I gaze silently and listen A dark crow lands on the tip-top Upon towering Cyprus tree Gloria told me once “When the bird rests on the Tip-top of the Guest house At the Rosy Fellowship It will be a good day.”
(11-24-18)
Today I knocked An old gentleman Opened his door I thanked him for his Climbing ivy How he lets it blossom.
He told me he planned To cut it down Yet the branches were too thick He will not be Cutting the ivy down.
How happy we were I told him how the Sound of the bees Is a religious experience For me. He said “thank you: “For your kind words!”
I know the bees, humming birds And song birds as yellow as the sun Love the blossoming ivy.
My chapel is mutable Here the goddess be Humming and shining For all who take the time To hear, feel and see.
The wild ivy is an ancient plant… let a part of your garden be wild…for her.
Astronomical, astrological, metaphysical ~ trinity. Saturn: Time, Philyra: Form and Chiron: Solar egg sack.
It seems that people are talking about…
Saturn on steroids since ascending to the high land of his home. As Capricorn alerts the master !
Chiron to take on the power A healing of this shadowy world … much more beyond our knowing.
I am not worried because of my years of friendship with Saturn and Chiron
Education and evaluation I am stimulated with wonder and energy.
Keeping myself grounded becoming impassioned with life.
Philyra or Phillyra (/ˈfɪlərə/: Ancient Greek: Φιλύρα means “linden-tree“) is the name of three distinct characters in Greek mythology. Philyra, an Oceanid and mother by Cronus of Chiron. Philyra, one of the names given to the wife of Nauplius, who was the father of Palamedes, Oiax and Nausimedon.
Orpheus and his willow branch
Comes to mind this morning
The wind is blowing
Softly through the trees,
After a summer of hot
And silences,
Magic is here with me.
The Pleiades are Nyx’s
radiant and precious jewels
Last night they ascended
Toward the mid-heaven,
I mediated on diamonds of brilliance,
Magic is here with me.
My evening walk I witnessed
Due south a falling star
A moment of my life,
Awareness everywhere,
The cosmos continuously impregnates the earth
A flash of lightened love,
Magic is here with me!
I hope you enjoy the coming eclipse. If you are already there or travel the journey to get there…If you need some reading material while waiting or after it is over and back to normal life… here is my stuff for your reading pleasure….
“… Poetry strengthens the faculty which is the organ of the moral nature of man [imagination] in the same manner as exercise strengthens a limb.”
~ Percy Bysshe Shelley
“The secret of morals,”
says the essayist,
“Is love; or a going out of our own nature, and an identification of ourselves with the beautiful which exists in thought, action, or person, not our own. A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively…The great instrument of moral good is the imagination: and poetry administers to the effect [ moral good] by acting upon the cause [imagination].’ Poetry enlarges the circumstance of the imagination by replenishing it with thoughts of ever new delight, which have the power of attracting and assimilating to their own nature all other thought.”
