The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure:—
But the least motion which they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.
The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.
If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature’s holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man? ~~WORDSWORTH
Spring is here with this SPIRITED NM in CARDINAL/MASCULINE/FIERY ARIES, at the very last degrees. Time to look in the mirror and say- I AM! The ARIES MANTRA! The GLYPH is the RAM’S HORN!
The SABIAN SYMBOL for this degree is A LARGE DISAPPOINTED AUDIENCE!
This speaks of the WOUND OF SELF IDENTITY, a prominent motif with CHIRON’S INGRESS into ARIES…more coming up…
Remember the track- I will sleep my way to the top…
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