in absentis of muses

And there’s something on yer mind you wanna be saying That somebody someplace oughta be hearin’ But it’s trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer head And it bothers you badly when your layin’ in bed And no matter how you try you just can’t say it And yer scared to yer soul you just might forget it And yer eyes get swimmy from the tears in yer head And yer pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead And the lion’s mouth opens and yer staring at his teeth And his jaws start closin with you underneath And yer flat on your belly with yer hands tied behind And you wish you’d never taken that last detour sign And you say to yourself just what am I doin’ On this road I’m walkin’, on this trail I’m turnin’ On this curve I’m hanging On this pathway I’m strolling, in the space I’m taking Last Thoughts On Woody Guthrie – Bob Dylan

VIRGO (Aug. 23-Sept. 22): “Ever upstream from myself,” wrote Belgian poet Edmond Vandercammen. “I advance, implore and pursue myself.” I suggest you adopt that attitude, Virgo. Assume that your best self is sailing along at a rapid clip, somewhere in the distance ahead of you, and it’s your job to catch up. Your highest form of expression is eluding you, but you’re hunting it down. The most beautiful possible embodiment of all your potentials is surging toward the future, and it’s your fun job to close the gap between you and unite with it.

Mother Earth, you’re my life support system. As a soldier I must drink your blue water, live inside your red clay and eat your green skin. Help me to balance myself. As you hold in balance, the Earth, the sea, and the space environments. Help me to open my heart, knowing that the Universe will feed me. I pray my boots will always kiss your face, and my footsteps match your heartbeat. Carry my body through space and time. You’re my connection to the Universe and all that comes after. I’m yours and you are mine. I salute you.

Bill Django in The Men Who Stare At Goats