The Gravity Of Destiny, Free Will
and Ultimate Understanding
 

by
 

Sarah Gallant
 

Heavenly bodies spin.
Planet's motion, direct and retrograde;
cryptic sunrises, powerful and bold,
all of destiny foretold,
within
the enigmatic folds of the mystic moon.
What secrets does it's transits of the houses hold?

Earthbound souls look on from afar, bodily trapped;
and in uncertainty, obscurity, and oblivion
are essentially entombed.
No room as yet for this vast map
of why gravity's pull has such a hold
in their repertoire; doomed.
Closed mind, closed door;
the tide rises.....

The moon hides a secret door,
but those afraid to enter
wax and wane in moonstruck madness,
holding many disguises, having many faces,
fumbling with destiny's key;
freewilledly circumventing their discovery
of unity as a force of one;
the tide goes out...

Plugged in as realization of
subconscious and the collective unconscious
approaches;
ebbing and flowing and feeling then knowing
what they could have all along.
Somehow enlightened under the moon,
All  dance to the tune
of fallen stars, risen Selves
hand in hand.

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