language here
is archaic and spiced
with alchemy: 12 signs flowing through
those 4 elements, ruled by planets
dancing in houses,
the essential locations of the moon,
the sun, the degree of rotation of the earth
in relationship to those other bodies
we give names to without knowing
their true names
because we never asked
dazzled by the lyricism of cusps
and rising signs, forgetting the miracle
of flesh, fusion of matter and energy
flowing and flowering coordinated
into 1 self, the real magic
all movements in heaven charted
by limited vision, forgetting,
as we must before memory is laid down
when our eyes opened,
when we for the first time saw
our own hands,
and marveled at light
playing in our fingers;
our legs stretching,
lungs filled
with air and not fluid
and when,
yes,
we cried out into being
Susan Daniels Poetry 
You did it! The house of the rising sign! And it’s beautiful!!!!
awww, shucks, sis 🙂 wrote it last night after we talked, tweaked this morning…Thanks!
‘The real magic’. 🙂
I love to make words fight 🙂
one senses the feeling awe! awesome!
Thank you so very much!
Nicely written
Magician at play 🙂
Thanks, guys 🙂
*Susan Susan* arching my back to say – you are splendid – you are wise my friend – Hallelujah!
Mari–thank you so very much!
you shook me up!~Unbelievable !
Thanks, Deb!