Saturday, November 07, 2009


So, the resident Scorpio passed another milestone yestiddy: here in this corner of Tres Leches, tis the season of nativities: Tina in Libra, yo in Scorp, and the fiery one in December's Sag. What with all the aplomb and labor of our move, Mrs. Baby's birthday really got trampled on, so we are taking this weekend to celebrate our birthdays together. The windows and sliding doors are all open and Van is on the box hymning to Coney Island and the saints, and later we are off to San Marcos to sit under the stars and trees with Crooked Still. This poem is for the cardinal one of this seasonal birthday trine:

Time Cast

tina mama
mama yaya
forging paths
through the heart
of the matters that matter
most, elevations, foundations,
all plumbed for truth,
heart’s truth,
the wisdom of the seer
who sees through
uncovers virtue
down the darkest ladders
unearths the treasure
of castaway trine
Kalispell’s spelling
one letter, one word
at a time, through
glacial time & the very
swiftest, gazelle time,
cyd charisse time,
gwyneth time,
castaway time, and all
the times that return
in the look of Mary
through flesh cast
down and resurrected,
cast down & en-flamed.



Anonymous Teresa said...

Love the picture, love the poem, love the sentiments. Happy birthdays to you all. And knowing about all your celebrations makes me that much more grateful for the time you took to help out on my project. Blessings on you all!

2:11 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

muito obrigado, Sister Teresa. That's very fine and important work you are doing over there. I am happy to have helped.

3:01 PM  
Blogger Tammie Lee said...

me thinks everyone should have a tina mama like this in their home!
I still spell Kalispell wrong at times.... and it is our 'big' town.
Happy Birthdays!!!

4:41 PM  
Blogger Devil Mood said...

Yay celebrations!
Happy birthdays :)
And Venus is entering Scorpio today or good times to come! Whooo-hoo!

5:12 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Thank you, Miz Lee. I couldn't figure out how Kalispell came into this, but then I broke it down, Kali Spell, another dark goddess, warrior. Thanks for the shout.

7:17 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Thank you for the celebratory greetings! And for the card - the groove was definitely GOT. Venus in Scorpio, with a Libra in the house - that can only be good.

7:22 AM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

I am woefully ignorant about signs except that Libras supposedly see both sides of everything which in my case translates to agonizing over decisions or just moving forward and refusing to think about it - I'm rambling and sleepy but wanted to pass through and wave - loved the matters that matter down the darkest ladder in gazelle time. It all sounded like a rain chain cascading down and then rising in the end like a phoenix

10:35 PM  
Blogger anno said...

Beautiful picture, wonderful poem! Hope you enjoyed San Marco, sitting under the trees, every moment of Crooked Still -- wishing you all many happy daze!

3:48 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Dee: Maybe like the rain that cascaded down here nearly all day. Drought? Somebody say drought? Libra is an air sign - air having to do with mind/intellect. Balance is her calling; she is drawn to relationships and certainly, since she is ruled by Venus, beauty.

5:48 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Anno: The Still were wonderful, as was the Glade we saw them in. Set them trees a-blazin'.

5:50 AM  
Blogger MichaelO said...

By virtue of a New York minute, time is not time. It is relative to whomever is winding the clock on the mantel. Happy birthdays to you and yours, and may time stand still before the hearth of your new home. Another thrilling cascade of words from you.

4:01 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Michael: Thanks for all the time-musings and birthday wishes. Wishing you the best from down here.

7:18 PM  

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