October 23, 20134 Comments

“Astrology for the Astrologically Challenged,” by Deborah Smith Parker

“There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.” (Anthem by Leonard Cohen)

In my next blog post I’m addressing Neptune’s release from incarceration in Saturn’s belly which makes his light and vision visible and available to us in day to day living. But first . . .

Since I’m feeling the need for the loosening of some of Saturn’s bonds myself I thought I would introduce Neptune this way, with one of the myriad ways he sends us his calling card –and he sends them to all of us in a language we can each recognize.
Stars falling
This is one I received, sent in images that this poet and this astrologer would hungrily reach for, that inspired me to wrestle with his light to capture a few fragments to weave into this poem, a poem that helped me define who I was becoming at a critical juncture in my life.

What has he sent you?

by Deborah Smith Parker

It tugged at her, that ancient call,
so she slipped from her barren bed
where her sisters in black were asleep,
to that magical night to catch stars soon to fall.

She ran through the trees to the open space,
she flew over crests of the hills;
with joy she embraced those fiery streaks,
their burning caresses, their kiss on her face.

All night long she danced with that Light,
wrapped in its numinous arms;
her blood ran white and hot with its fire
that forever would kindle her soul through the night.

Her days were cold in those walls of stone,
sorting the dried and withered fruit,
sifting dead ashes scorched by the Sun,
while her sisters knelt silently weeping alone.

But at night she bathed in those radiant beams;
her hands still covered with silvery dust
stroked the burning kiss on her skin,
and wild she ran with the stars in her dreams.

(Published in The Mountain Astrologer 1999)

Deborah Smith Parker is the author of Humanus Astrologicus, available both in soft cover on this site and on Kindle. To sign up to receive her blog or follow her on Twitter (@astro_logicus) and Facebook click to the right of this post.

About author:

Deborah Smith Parker is re-writing the often impenetrable language of astrology into a much friendlier form. She has spent her 30 plus years as an astrological consultant, writer, teacher and lecturer freeing the rich astrological images and their descriptions increasingly buried under modern clinical and technological descriptions. Her additional work in public policy has provided many outlets for demonstrating her ability to break down highly complex systems into information that’s easily understood.

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  1. Jill Estensen says:

    Seems I was wakened at midnight to come to my computer to read this post. Thank you for my midnight food. J

  2. Well that’s downright amazing – thanks Deborah and Neptune…

  3. Dearest Deborah,
    Great poem, am just loving it. And Yeah! I am Piceses and so happy about what is happening for me in November. !!!!Yeah! Finally, a breather from all of the restraints.
    Have a lovely week.

  4. Jim Hennum says:

    I love the imagery in this poem, Deborah – it is so vivid and speaks to the longing we all have for transcendence in our lives. Who among us cannot relate at some time in our lives to working in cold walls of stone sorting the dried and withered fruits? We all need that Neptunian release into the night world of stars bathing us in the white light of depth and meaningfulness. Finding the crack that lets that light in, and being willing to look at the crack to see the light can be daunting. Thank goodness the Universe often turns our heads toward it without our even knowing it.

    How I long to fly over crests, run toward the open field, and dance in the light of the stars – although that’s what we do, isn’t it, as astrologers?

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