When the planets are in retrograde, its a good time to slow down and carve out time to be still…
Self-will and grand vision will be crushed underfoot as these massive orbs appear to move backward in the night sky—this retrograde motion is an illusion produced by differing placements and rates of revolution, but it is an illusion pregnant with meaning…
My astrology news feed was an exercise in clusterfuck—from Mercury, Uranus, and Pluto being in retrograde, to a square between the Moon and Mars, and at one point an opposition between Mercury and Pluto…
I fear I have done harm by ignoring the celestial signals and trusting my own inconsistent intuition…
I used to think nothing of astrology, but I have come to appreciate its wisdom…
There is solid materialist logic embodied in viewing our place in relationship to our solar system, our galaxy, and our universe as data to mine for insight and inspiration…
Moving through a week of failure and unease, I emerge longing to create, to build, and to love…
Cleanly riding the wave of retrograde requires a deep rooted sense of self and powerful intuition…
We do not fight force with force—we deflect or absorb our opponents attack and then reground—like ninjas of astrology, we heed the warnings of the heavens and pray for grace…
This poem is inspired by the astrology of Chani Nicholas >> chaninicholas.com
Visuals are by gato >> @sateando on IG or twitter
–BYPO PHOENIX c)2021
