“And that’s why I have to go back
to so many places
there to find myself
and constantly examine myself
with no witness but the moon
and then whistle with joy,
ambling over rocks and clods of earth,
with no task but to live,
with no family but the road.”
From The Wind in The End of the World by Pablo Neruda,
the most lunar poet of them all, born on the New Moon in Cancer.
I hope you saw the beautiful Moon last night, luminous and magical from dusk to dawn. Moon 11° Gemini, Sun 11° Sagittarius, Jupiter 11° Scorpio, Neptune 11° Pisces. Mercury turned Rx.
Here are words, phrases: poetry, nostalgia, beauty, illumination, shine.
Here is Thomas Labé’s sensitive interpretation of Clair de Lune by Claude Debussy (another Moon in Cancer).