Mercury conjunct Venus in Cancer: Family Seasoning
A poetic offering for those on the sensitivity threshold.
Family Seasoning
Who are these people anyway
popping into dreamlife
still life
romantic life
work life
Of course I love you
I think
Now please go away
O wait
I think I need you
Why did we come in together
after all
Standing on that shared wafer of land
of karma
of hope
of trauma
I thought this was about Good Times
GOOD TIMES!
Can I pull out this
thorn in my side
thorn in my heart
thorn in my migraine
thorn in my shoe
Alas we are stuck
like glue
O wait I love you
Yes really I do
Family matters
Family.
Matters.
You are the chironic fly
in the ointment
The homeopathic honing
in on a treatment
for life
Let me full fill my part
No more no less
A mixer of gratitude
a shot of sherry
a dash of bitters
shaken or stirred
we’ll get thru it
pop the bubbly, damn it
this is the good part
This family is marking Time
This family is making things interesting
This family is my self unfurling
This family is my own unraveling
This family is my own undoing
This family is my scaffolding
This family is some kind of joke
This family is God’s gift
This family can jump off a bridge
This family takes me to the bridge
This family is God’s gift
This family is
what it is
what it is
Let’s see how long it lasts
It’s Family Seasoning.
One of the best songs ever about the complexities of love – “Hello It’s Me” by Todd Rundgren (b. June 22, 1948), a Cancer.
a great walk down memory lane. i find it so amazing when i realize that all the words and the tunes are still in my head. lovely poem as well thank you
0h stuck in that sticky web of interwoven family relationships, which one is the spider, whoops that's the fly. Unraveling from my belly, the fear, the pain, the isolation, the jealousies, the needs, oh that need to be seen under the shoulds ,have-to's and good (in what way were they GOOD) hidings squeezing into gender roles, fitting like tight corsets of social structures and strictures, ah, and here is my friend, disassociation. What is real?
In the silence, in the spaciousness, in the vastness of All That is nothing, absolutely nothing. So vibrantly alive.
Did the beginning of this life form, hurtling into birth, disassociate from form to go back into the formless, why not?