The Soul's Journey Through The Zodiac - Poem by Alexander Shaumyan
In memory of my father
(Feb.27,1916 - Jan.21,2007)
Ariens plunge right in, never thinking,
Always tempting fate, never blinking
At catastrophes that lie ahead,
While most Taureans stay in bed,
Lazing comfortably in their homes
And admiring things they own.
Restless Gemini flit about,
Always changing and going out,
As they gossip of this and that,
Changing lovers at the dropp of a hat.
Cancers never want to let go
Of past lovers of long ago,
Always brooding, sulking and moping,
In their endless dreaming and hoping.
Leos constantly crave attention,
Overburdened with sexual tension
And their past indiscretions in bed,
Which they later come to regret.
Virgos endlessly worry and fret,
Nagging, carping and insecure,
Finding nothing that's clean or pure.
Libras always look for concessions,
No matter what the transgression,
Always keeping their passions at bay -
No wonder they seem so gay.
It takes Scorpios to let you know
The true sting of a vengeful blow-
No matter how hard you try-
You will not get away with a lie.
Saggitarians seek higher ground,
As they aimlessly wander around
Through this globe in search of truth
With their sense of eternal youth.
Capricornians labor through trials
With self-discipline and self-denial
To advance to the mountain heights-
Harsh and solitary is their plight.
Odd Aquarians find true meaning
In humanity's new beginning-
Not to judge our sisters and brothers
As we wake up to love one another.
Pisceans learn that the earthly sphere
Is a dream, just a cosmic veneer,
As they see with their higher sight
The soul's journey into the night.
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