in another life
on warm evening fragrant breezes
stars would emerge in the night, soft velvety night
the moon would direct and everyone dance
sparkling glittering glowing and ever so slowly moving
by morning golden and rose colored hues
like powerful cymbals would clash
announcing the ascent of the primal sun
glorious majestic and bright
these are the tools of the astrologers trade
interpret these patterns in light
but now in this birth
the clouds overhang
and undistinguished they blight
however it be though deep within
the guardian guide and guru
tells us in darkness how to seek
a light whose beauty
will never dim
follow the sound
the directions they come
to unentangle us from this
reflective pool
and enter the plane
where angels remain
to serve and never to rule
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