The Phases of the Moon and Heavens interest me.
it wasn't until I studied Astrology that I learned more about the
order and movement of the heavens. Perhaps some would have seen it
in studies of Astronomy or Physics. But not me. My Physics background
was in Engineering Physics, and the Heavens wasn't really a part of it.
But when I studied Astrology, it all started to make sense.
Go figure! I also see the Four Elements (Air, Earth,
Water, Fire) referred to in Astrology as related to Handwriting and
personality and other parts of life, too. Gotta keep an open mind,
©1987,2003 Jerral Sapienza & LLX Press
The Moon will wax and the moon will wane its simple pleasure reflecting light to bring understanding in her sweet refrain and a glow of hope in the night. . . -Jerral 7.30.2002. . . As of Sat 26May18 06:38:20 (PDT) The Moon is Waxing Gibbous (91% of Full)
F u l l M o o n a tale of rising tides of lightness -Jerral Sapienza Of the tales of a Greyer Yesterday, the Quiet Moon brought forth her gentry... I know her not, they told me... A quieter man may well have held his tongue. But not I. For in the flowing pace of the evening's circled orb, my mind could keep no peace it didn't know. Born hence on waves in night's delicious bonds, no current could I there betray to lead her more astray. Yea, not... My moon, my gracious gift most pleasant given forth its day to night-- I wonder sometimes- wander, too, I say-- to know yet question greater single paths... She rose tonight, her thin chiffon a mist, more woman in her strong embellished way than all the rage of pageants' passing dolls whose temporal pursuits of beauty leave them wan... Now well her own she stands above- before me- calling out in sweet reflection all the days before whose evenings lit by luscious glow of petaled shadows. And in those faint reflections, hundreds mine, no nearer do we come to sweet perfection, mem'ries borne to beam beyond the bounds... the full entrancing goodness drips from clouds to earth and shows us yet another cast whose troupe we'd no idea stood stood before us, well rehearsed and readied, awaiting only defter cues to plunge them headlong into action-- faint and pure. So quiet then her boastless beam, no grief nor pompous gift she bears, but only hangs above us there, a looking-glass of day's pretentious gallant glow, an opportunity to show that more of life may one day know the Full Moon in her own. . . 2041387: 0406---- I was extraordinarily inspired by a moonrise here... such a beautiful full moon that night, that I had an entire dance of beauty & poetry both within me and above me in the beautiful heavens. It fell upon me as if it were a moonrise of several centuries ago, and that's the lyrical resource in the language of the poem. I just couldn't help it! --Apr 13, '87 Eugene