Today’s Oracle takes us to the Aquarius weekly of Aug. 30, 2004.
Love is your religion, or the closest you come to practicing one. Yet you’ve never been able to play by the rules that others seem to take for granted. As structured as you like your life to be, you need to wake up each day and be the person you need to be. At first it takes enormous faith to believe people will accept this new incarnation of you each and every day. Yet consider this, please. It’s far easier for others to accept the fact that you change than it is for them to accept a condition of your being unhappy with yourself. You’ve recently passed through a kind of test, as if your soul has moved through a kind of clarifying filter, putting you into greater touch with your own strength. You can afford neither struggle nor a condition of disapproving of yourself. Others will follow your lead effortlessly.
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September Loves
Fresh from our
bed
I can’t sleep
head buzzing with
ideas, worries
memories
of the pleasure we just took
in each other
your kindness
accepting me
tending my
changed body
changing
needs
that g spot
we finally found
learned
how to use
some lovely wiring there
thank you all
creative powers
of the universe
our rhythm is
different now
but still
good
you feel
the same to me
2:30am
I keep the lights low look
out the window see
the other
lovers
across the street
in the park, young, they
are younger
than us
shadows
of our former selves, beautiful
they are drawn together
heads tilting
kissing,
moving apart
kissing again in
a dance
beautiful,
the light
falls
behind them
they are shadows
he wears his baseball cap backwards
she sways, bends and turns
before him an open flower
her skirt
pushed by breeze
they are drinking
from bottles
I watch
shamelessly
admiring
their silhouettes
dark against park lamps
dark against fall of water on
concrete behind them
water
shining in the light
the rhythmic fall of water
from a sprinkler
over-shooting
its mark
splattering on
concrete
behind them
he does not overshoot
they move together, apart
she bends and sways
and turns
kneels before him
at the park bench
bends
quickly sits
beside him in
the dark
as someone walks through
the light, someone not
lucky enough
to see them as I do
their beauty
her grace
his protective passion
they begin again
stop again
when car’s
headlights
light them up
momentarily
they begin again
moving, bracing
bending, swaying, turning
finishing
he places the condom in the trash
she puts their bottles in the trash
they walk away
together.