Taurus
incantation to invoke deep rest and grounding before taking action
In that moment of the body sinking into steel, against the pits behind the knees, against the spinal curve gap,
in that moment of the body, finally. Wrists, heel slams. No time for beautiful, real things.
There is no more time. The winds dissipate, inland winds. Open your eyes, get
up and there is nothing. Yellow curves ocean. Go.
*****I wrote this incantation when the moon was in Taurus, I was in Honolulu working 0n a research vessel, and I needed a reminder to melt into the Earth, the ocean, and the light. Whenever I feel overwhelmed I lower my entire body to lie supine on the ground. On a ship, the steel deck connects everyone onboard to the water, the ocean connects everyone on Earth to each other. I feel comforted feeling my weight pressing into the ground. I listen to the lapping waves, remembering how un-alone we are.*****
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Joe
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The day after the new moon we remembered to write on napkins and burn away the past. I wrote how a place can change in no time and both of them wrote how much we crave a definition of self inside the bounds of dim lights in a lower east side club— But we remembered nothing lives except in wisps of smoke, in ash and singe. We burned away those futures on the sidewalk, and the city whirred. It hasn’t even noticed yet, but we remembered and we hit our heels on the concrete. We make our own shapes.
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poet5 years ago in Poets
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